Black, a canvas vast and deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets sleep.
A velvet cloak, a silent night,
Where stars ignite with piercing light.
Black, the absence of all hue,
A mystery, forever new.
It holds the darkness, yet it gleams,
In raven wings and midnight streams.
Black, the color of despair,
But also strength, beyond compare.
It whispers tales of hidden things,
Of ancient myths and ancient kings.
Black, a challenge to the eye,
A mystery, that we can't deny.
A paradox, both light and dark,
Leaving an imprint, like a spark.
So let us celebrate the black,
The color that we cannot lack.
For in its depths, we find our own,
A world unseen, a world unknown.