Black...

 The sable shadows swept over the mournful home.  Death's starless eyes peered through the murky window smeared with grease as his raven silk cloak settled on the coal covered cobblestone street.  Within, a sickly child laid in a bed with charcoal rings around his sunken eyes.  The shadows whispering dolefully jade thoughts into the slowly turning, onyx hearts gathered around as Death leaned in to collect his midnight due from one who's eyes were now only obsidian pools staring aimlessly into the ebony night without hope.