BEHIND BLACK.

Black are the vultures in the shady twilight
et the nightmares of the crooked night.
Black shadowed backgrounds silencing the silver knight,
But now...

Behind Black skin echoes a silent whisper -
A vigilant verdict and trumpeting sound.
Behind Black skin flows a fluent stream of fluvial tunes,
A virtual paradise and stellar Phoenix like hymn.
Behind Black skin sounds a majestically overruled rhythm -
An harmonious tweet and delicate song.
Behind Black lies a panther drooling for success,
And a voice, which brings nations on their knees.
Behind Black lies a mamba coiling against rivalry
And an human - King, with supernatural power;
For I am the King and black will be what I command.

©®PoetKhu