by dkynge

[b]lack is the dearth of all colours. it stirs umpteen emotions and beliefs. it is the darkness without which the stars cannot glitter. the ebon hues roll gracefully on the canvas, letting the balls of gases outshine it. it is the colour of grief and mourning. my tarnished soul is as black as the silhouettes on murky waters during the dark.

you embellish my hair with onyx. the black colour harmonises with my wild and tenebrous eyes. you try and unravel the mysteries within the colour and the secrets that will be buried with me. the complexity is fathomless.

~nadia a. kynge