It is Power
Formed from the life essence of some beings dead and everywhere
So dark is this power it can make things mercury hot and afterwards turn everything it kissed into fine soft black powder
It’s power, no one man can wield; anytime someone tries to
It invites the evil of death, pain and agony along
Due to this it gets tainted with red
With many trying to hold on to it, it gets redder
It all seems buried in evil, but it’s really not; because it is treasure
Its other side is the trouble
The presence of its rotten half spreads like cancer
To be more specific ‘it’s’ is a she
She spreads into the heart of her master
Decays it no matter how pure or impure it was
Only a divine heart can repel her deceptive beauty
Long enough the pleasure cloys but her master notices not
It keeps fighting the next thing, its longtime friend turned enemy
The enemy is a huge glowing orb, the sun.
While she herself is a viscous fluid
She goes into hell
And comes out assuming many useful forms
She is called Black gold
Still stained with more red
Reddish black