

Segregated Noir We paint in two lines.Segregated Noir by ~SirBret
One, a pure and feathery white,
A white to woo the hardiest soldier.
The other, glistening and motley,
A black that seeps into every divine
Moment.
But we forget -
We forget that the darkness
Can be comfort.
That the ugly duckling, putrid
And brown as it was, held
The same beauty
As the high-necked, white swan
This foul darkness of which you speak -
This griping, tugging fear
Its only in you.