In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
There lies a darkness, a secret to keep,
A color so deep, so bold and stark,
A hue that resonates, like a silent spark.

Black, the absence of light, the void of sight,
A canvas of mystery, a cloak of night,
It holds within it, secrets untold,
A story of darkness, waiting to unfold.

In the midnight sky, where stars twinkle bright,
Black serves as a backdrop, a canvas of night,
A stage for the moon, to shine and glow,
A backdrop for dreams, to ebb and flow.

Black is the color of elegance and grace,
A timeless hue that never fades,
It symbolizes strength, power, and might,
A shade that commands, in the absence of light.

In the shadows of the night, where fears reside,
Black can be a comfort, a place to hide,
A cloak of protection, a...