OBSIDIAN

|12•2019|

How beautiful an orange sunset is,
But nothing beats the darkness of a night.
The vast stretch of ebony skies above
Brings back your presence, so vivid and bright.

The dark, burning coal may start up a flame,
Just like how sparks fly when singing your name.
Like a bell's ring in the morning it wakes
Up a glossy obsidian heart of kings.