Hurt and remorse,
Anger and loss,
Is this the conception of black?
The hearts of the wicked,
The soul of Lucifer himself,
The color of my skin,
Where resides black?
Evil's faithful cloak,
Emptiness which no man should bear,
Yet beauty and class beyond Orion,
Shall death not swallow death?
No emotion no feeling,
No movement no sound,
No word no language,
Can overcome what is black.

I'm Brooke aka blacktiger. Like a said before, great poem for a newbie! But make sure that before you post anymore good poems or stories than you review at least two other stories and/or poems. Anyway best wishes in the near future and I really look forward to reading your upcoming works. Peace and happiness
I loved all of the black things you could think of! I didn't understand the ending though.