In the box of colors, one stands apart
A black crayon, with a mysterious heart
It shades and shadows, with a gentle touch
Creating silhouettes, with a delicate clutch
With a swipe of its wax, the page comes alive
A world of contrast, where darkness thrives
The black crayon's power is a wondrous thing
A tool of creativity, with a beauty that clings.
It draws the outlines, of a city's might
The skyscrapers and streets, in a darkened light
It colors the night, with a shade so deep
A world of mystery, where secrets sleep
The black crayon's magic is a wondrous spell
That brings to life the stories we tell
It's a symbol of power, creativity and might
A simple crayon, that shines with delight
In the hands of a child, it's a tool of glee
A way to express, the imagination's spree
It's a key to unlocking, the doors of the mind
A black crayon's power, that's one of a kind.
