Black

Black
The shine from the light, the darkness it blinds
The deepest of outlines , The canvas of white
The glaze on these nails , dress drenched in bitter red wine
But the little Black number always outshines

The music so loud, The rhythm so right
The style so intuitive, the stiletto’s so high

The crowd it goes wild for the first and final fight
With several purple bruisers and two blackened eyes.