The darkness contains much worse than mere trickery and boogeymen... The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; Upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom a light has shone. You have brought them abundant joy and great rejoicing, As they rejoice before you as at the harvest, as men make merry when dividing spoils. For the yoke that burdened them, the pole on their shoulder, And the rod of their taskmaster you have smashed, as on the day of Midian. Whoever hates his brother is in darkness;
he walks in darkness
and does not know where he is going
because the darkness has blinded his eyes.
1 John 2:11
His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn.
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood" "They say there's no use crying over spilled ink, because everything you own is black anyway."
"I've had so many names
over the years, and likely will have many more in time, but why don't you just call me Mr Dark, hmm? That's a name to fit any age, and should do splendidly, don't you think?"
There's a difference between those that feel safest in the light and those that feel safest in the dark. Which are you, Torque? In the chamber
there is an intense light, everything is visible. In the control room, the lights are off: you can't see anyone, no one knows you
. I like that feeling
. I'm here in the basement of the lighthouse
for a reason: it's the one place the beacon can't illuminate. I thrive
in that darkness...
"NOW, TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF DARKNESS BEGINS!" Ah, yes, the number one way to make something evil: make it black. In the ponies' culture, black foals were despised. The color black was the absence of color, a sign that the Rainbow was not with the child. To have a black body was crime enough, but to have no shred of color on your person like the black stallion was unspeakable. Such an equine was labeled a demon-foal. Most did not survive past foalhood. When they did, they were outcasts. So went the ways of the herds. So...sunglasses, a dark suit, and black gloves. Riiiiight... This guy might as well wear a sign on his head saying 'I AM SINISTER, BE SUSPICIOUS OF MY EVIL WAYS.' The Black Rider was truly black. Not black like an African. There was nothing Negroid in his features. He was a mutant. He was jet-black, everywhere, including the palms of his hands and the bottoms of his feet and both thin lips of his expressionless mouth. There were no whites to his eyes, and no iris. His eyes were entirely black, like orbs of onyx.
— Traveler #2: "Kingdom Come"