Black

Is black a symbol,

Of the evil?

Or is it a mark,

Left by the dark?

Is it a sign,

Left by the demon,

Which is slowly covering,

The men's hearts.

It is present,

In the depths of hell,

And in the night sky,

Embedding bright stars.

And in every human,

Unkind and selfish,

It is covering,

All of their hearts.