The absence of all radiance

The darkness of the night

In opposition of the sun

The opposite of light

The sweet song of nature

That nurtures and cultivates

For in the black

Grown many things

Subtle moonlight swings

Through shadows

Like broken arrows of earth

Its apart of the birth

Look up to the stars

See the dark universe

That covers in black

But the colors an act

For black is not a color

It’s the deficiency of light

It’s the time the moon isn’t bright

Its not the urge to instigate fights

Its not the evil the hate

The ignorance and death

Black is what’s there when there is nothing left

Black is chic

Black is the trick of sideways perception

Not the darkness of sin

Or devilish direction

Black is the best shoes

Cool shirts

And best suits

Black isn’t a race of people

So medieval

Its true

Black is so colossal

That the whole world gets a share

Black is fear of the unseen

The unknown of whats there

Black is the indefinite

The resonant of night

Black is devoid of the horror

For that’s in the mind

Black isn’t what your taught

Its behind your eyes in bed

Black isn’t ignorant

That parts in your head

Black is the richest earth

The crude oil of gain

Black isn’t hurting or deserting

Failure or pain

Black is lovely and mysterious

The risks that we take

Black is puzzling

And with it come many mistakes

Black is beautiful

And reusable In all of its depths

Black is the center of the earth

Tell me how deep is that

And that right there is

black