Black
Black.
The color of darkness,
The color of evil,
The color of death.
But, why?
I, for one,
Find black to be beautiful.
It is mysterious,
As there is much to be hidden
Behind a black curtain;
It is empowering,
As black outlines tend
To bring out the best in colors.
So, why, I ask,
Is such an endearing color
Associated with such
Horrific words?
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