TerBear06

Black is the end of a theater play and the night when in bed I lay, A soldiers boot before he goes into battle, the sound of a herder herding cattle, the darkness surrounding when hatred comes, the smoke from the fireplace in your homes, and the evil I see when people disagree. Black is the color of a morning brew, the sight of a black berry mountain dew, and Halloween night when all is a fright. The wolfs in sheep clothing you thought was your friend, the bond that you made with your friends till the end, the inside of my eyelids when I go to sleep, the corner of the attic where the critters creep, the hiding place of that