Black

Into the beauty 

And the unknown, 

Fear we always feel 

When she comes 

And dances around the fire 

That lady in  Black,

Like a free bird...

In an August night

And all men are taken 

They want her to hold them tight 

They'll never come back 

Gone, 

With the lady in Black

This poem is about: 
Our world

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