* poem using the color black….over and over… *
The black night consumes the light of the sky.
Life is tarnished by the black of death.
Black darkness all around in foreboding fashion.
In our darkest hour, black takes control.
In our darkest hour, we lose to the black of death.
In our darkest hour, we fade to black.
Black seems to conquer us almost inevitably.
The black shadow of death takes us away to a new place.
Out of the black we enter the white.
We leave the darkness behind for the purity of a new life.
Out of the blackness we become lighted again.
We hold white life coated by black death, ‘till we are new again.