Black Lady

From the womb of the darkness,
Emerges she, the black lady,
A bodily manifestation,
Of thousand caliginous nights,
She’s an opaque shadow.
By the fierceness of fire,
She’s tempered, flame hardened.
Roams she in the graves
In the leafless wintry nights.
Shies away the sly foxes,
As her eyes pierce through their black skin;
Afore the blackness of her patina
The whiteness of the snow is a zilch.
She is black,
Black from top to toe
Black from back to front.
She is black.
Yet not black to be the evil
Not black as the death
Not black as the black hole.
She is black as the fertile earth
Where seeds of hope flourish
As life blossoms in quiet rebirth.
She is black as black onyx,
Destroying all that is negative.
She is black, for she absorbed
All that is coloured,
Coloured faces and coloured deeds.
And she is black with all the blues.
And she is black with all the hues