Poem .... Purples and Reds
Standing there
In a purple mist
Shadows dark red
Trying to resist
But fruitless this day
As bats flitter by
A howl through the woods
A darkening of the sky
You can feel it coming
Adorned in black cape
White boned hands grasping
No way to escape
A ray of light
Starts peaking through
Dissolving purples and reds
Starting life anew
Was it in my mind
That figure of dread
Walking with staff
And white boned head
That day will come
And oh so soon
With purples and reds
And howling at the moon
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