(It)

It is black,
and cloaked in black.
It is there,
yet It is not.
It is big as the world,
and It filles the world,
But is like a tiny dot.
Where It goes, follows an uneasy silence.
If you were close to It,
your thoughts would be of sickness and evil.
If you ever touched It,
It would be blood cold
and fear would tingle up your spine.

The sun cannot defy It.
But is swallowed up by It,
until the world is in Darkness.
And Hope will be gone,
like a light turned off.

Darkness is It's element,
Darkness is It's Domain.

But Death is It's name.