Black

Black is a color,
As pitch as coal.
Like the darkness of night,
Creeping over your soul.

Black is a feeling,
In touch, hear, and sight,
Allowing fear,
To cover your light.

Black is also,
The vast night sky,
Letting the moon,
Shine bright and high.
Black is the pupil,
That catches the light,
That gives you the colorfull,
Sense of sight.

Black is a neutral,
Both happy and sad.
It's the beautiful space,
Or your fear ol' lad.
Black is a color,
Both good and bad.