Is it Such a Horrid Color?

Dark as night, though not quite. The color of darkness, death, and throws of evil. Bad omens wear it, the monsters of children’s dreams live in it, death is it. Why is such a wonderful color, or shade for those whom are picky about that, become the bearer of such horrible things?

Through the black of night we see the bright shining stars and glowing moon, highlighted and complemented by the sky’s darkness. The dark feathers of crows and raven, glistening beautifully like obsidian in the sky. The reapers and those of death do not harm, they wear clothes of mourning as they bring the souls from mortal plane to their resting place.

The color of calm, the color of rest, the color of final peace, the color of grounding, the color of so many things. Too many things one might think, but it is the perfect color for all of them.

Well… perhaps it is the perfect color. Who knows? I don't. Or do I?