What is Black?

Black it is, A cold dark night

The darkest hour,
Right before light

An old cold house,
All creaky-scary,
And spooky-late

It’s two A.M.
And you’re still awake
Had too much coffee
At nine o’clock
There’s nobody home
Tick tock, Tick tock

The darkest hour
Right before dawn,
But day will be coming
Before too long

Day will be coming,
No sleep has been had,
You will be seeing in shades of grey
But try as it might,
So hard, all night
The black cannot keep
The light away

Black isn’t forever

By Aaron Ladd