The Moon arose, she shone upon the lake, which lay one smooth expanse of silver light. She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast upon their hollows and their hidden glens a blacker depth of shade.
Lover, I don’t play to win but for the thrill until I’m spent.Paint the black hole blacker. Paint the black hole blackerst. vincent
If I could find anything blacker than black I'd use it.j. m. w. turner