Black is the color of the darkest night,
the void that's left from the dying light.
Black is the soul that doesn't bleed,
the mind that won't stop,
the heart that won't need.
The color we see when the reapers is near,
it's the color of death; the color we fear.
From black we are born, into the light,
and to black we return, at the end of the fight.
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What a geat poem! It was refreshing to see that someone still knows how to rhyme
Normally, i dislike rhyming-poems, since most people do it badly, but yours has given me hope for all forms out there 
Just a tip: Capping the beginning of each line is unnecessary. Only do so when it is the beginning of a new sentence or thought Welcome aboard, & keep up the good work!
Laura
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Thank you very much for the feedback. It's greatly appreciated and the changes you suggested make sense
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