Appeal, as it might be perceived to have, is only be seen by the rare.
Possessed by insatiable greed, it swears to engulf every single spectrum which threatens its existence.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? is all that it clings onto.
Failure is not the answer.
Fear less by the cruelty it exhibits, Black reminds me of an old friend of mine, Beast.
At times we see only the facade but in the deepest corner Beast, there is presence of beauty.
In fact, Black is never born to be ugly.
It was the Swan who has decided to sacrifice for the greater sake of mankind.
Bakau is Black's real name.
Sprouting from a petite looking seed, Black grows taller, and stronger as time passes.
Many would wince at its countless feet, but little do they know, its capability is beyond challenge by the greatest Tsunami.
It burns itself down to the core, dedicating itself to provide heat to human kind in the ancient ice age.
It withstands the agony of breaking every single cell structure, for the sake of transforming into a Black.
It is a Saint.
And this tale shan't fade, for we have, the greatest story teller in the world.
Mr Chuah, the successor of this decades-old Charcoal factory.
He embraces the beauty of Black, despite there are many fail to appreciate.
He eases us into open minds, enlightens us on this great act on this unsung hero.
It was a success, for he made an invisible impact in every single one of us there.
The sacrificial act of Bakau will forever be remembered and told.
Black is never ugly.
It chose to be ugly.
I guess a little stretch now is all I need now.
Signing off now by Messenger Black.