Ultimate Black

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The water’s sound turns black – more dark – black, black,

The black of night before the thought of stars

Occurred, the dark before all light, nth lack

Of it, the black that first created scars.

The black of poison long before a sea

Or ocean was conceived, a black of taste

Far worse than Satan’s own infinity

Of conflagration, fire entirely chaste,

This blackness is the stench in purest hell.

This stink is sound of shrieking that no ear

Can bear, the ringing of the blackest bell

That Quasimodo’s heart might ever hear.

  This blackness is the touch of Styx’s stream

    Beyond annihilation’s final scream.