Darkness
What colour is it?
Does it feel?
Does it laugh or cry?
Maybe it feels grievance
From those who fear it
Maybe it feels ecstasy
After a poor soul falls victim
To it's inescapable clutches
Is it misunderstood?
Does it only want an embrace?
Or were we correct?
Does it take pride in it's transgressions?
There is no way to tell
What lies in the darkness