Analysis of Black

The darkness you despise
She holds it with grace
Her teacher once told her
That black is a stage
Every shade loses itself
When they try to trounce him
It's a color of strength and power
That cannot be quietened.

The Black was gray
That once was white
Who went through a phase
And turned vile.

The white dazzles,
So does black
But one does in peace
And the other in agony.
They both insight well enough
Because both are victims of destiny
One, before the occurrence
And the other after it.