Indigo thoughts
Dark imaginings of forbidden pleasure
Creeping their way into my mind
In the shadow hours.

Purple prose
Tripping from a ready tongue
Weaving a spell of wit and elegance
Hiding what lies beneath.

Blue mood
Suffering in the depths of despair
Tired, burned out. Heavy laden
Defenceless against the dark.

Green trees
Beneath the shade of emerald life
Some comfort is attained
For far too brief a time.

Yellow sun
Baking flesh and drying my resolve
Shredding my will to resist
Dehydrating my soul

Orange blossom
Like the part of me that remains
Appearing bright and happy, lifting the spirit
But soon to fall.

Red sunset
Shadows lengthening as the day cools
Blood-hued landscape, blood-hued thoughts
Crimson retribution.

White light
Fragmented into colours that scatter
And when those colours are no more
Only the void remains.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Glacian, in the year 387 AF.