In the silence of midnight, black envelops the sky,
Whispering secrets of the shadows as stars shyly die.
The mystery of darkness, where dreams come to play,
Hiding in corners, where the light fades away.

Black is the canvas where the unknown resides,
Depths of the void where our fears often hide.
It cradles the cosmos, a vast silent sea,
The whispers of time, in eternity’s spree.

Shadows dance softly on the edge of the night,
In the arms of the black, they find their respite.
A symphony of quiet, in the stillness profound,
In the heart of the black, our souls are unbound.

The depth of the unknown, a whisper so slight,
In the silence of black, we find our own light.
A journey through shadows, where mysteries blend,
In the void of the black, we find our true end.