Darkness is the lingering nothingness,
Yet equally it is everything at once.
It's all the things that we don't see,
Even though we do.
Black is the colour of the unknown,
The tales that have been left untold.
The ones that were left behind,
By those too afraid to take the leap.
To switch on the light.
Black is the colour of looming death,
But without it there could be no life.
And it's the reason people hide,
Why they fear what's under the bed.
Black is the colour of perfection,
The good and the evil, the shown and the secret, the fear and the praise.
altogether, aligned,
In perfect equilibrium.
