Some people view black as evil,
A shadowy, wicked force of nature,
An ill omen to mankind and
The epitome of darkness.
Some people view black as fear,
Unable to see or feel,
To not comprehend what’s beyond,
With the fear of the great unknown.
Some people view black as unlucky,
Where they avoid the raven-colored cats,
For they do not wish to be victims
Of some tragic circumstance.
Some people view black as the night,
The dusky conclusion to the day,
With its companion, the silver Moon,
As it encourages sleep and rest amongst God’s creatures.
Some people view black as growth
Like dark, rich soil in a field,
Ready for Fall’s Harvest of Mother Earth,
And to grow crops for a growing generation.
Some people view black as prosperity
Staying out of the red of debt,
Striking it big with oil,
And becoming rich
I view black as the spirit of Theatre,
The royal color of the stage,
The chosen hue of the stage-hands
As they piece together the magic of the show.