Pigment: PBk9
As with all of our watercolor descriptions I’ll let AI do the work:
Black, the shadow’s dark caress,
A veil of mystery, a whispered address.
It prowls the streets with stealthy grace,
Obsidian cloak, a noir embrace.
In smoky rooms, where secrets lie,
Black seeps through cracks, catches the eye.
It hides the sins, the shadows deep,
Where secrets and whispers forever keep.
With every step along mean streets,
Black shadows play, the heart it beats.
A cloak for villains, a refuge for the lost,
Black captures souls, at a heavy cost.
A world of smoke, deceit, and crime,
In the darkness, black marks the time.
It lingers in the corners, whispers in the night,
Black, a constant presence, a beacon of fright.
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