Colour of Night

Do you know the colour of the night?

Ask a man who lost his love.

To him, it’s hopelessly black.

Night is like a heap of slack.

He skulks himself from everyone.

He believes none.

Night brings misfortune to him,

A sense of sorrow and heavy grim.

He hates the shades of dark,

But it lures him to lark;

For the lasting lust

Like the restless skylark.