Purple, lavender, orchid, indigo, nightshade.
With just a look, the gardener made its choice.
We all do what we must to survive,
So the nightshade caught its eye.

Affair, matte, lilac, thistle, early bird.
Its faded voice a dissonant chord,
And yet, the bards listened and stayed,
Someone forgot about the nails on the walls.

Amethyst, mulberry, my eyes sparkle dusk.
Turns out I'm more than someone's husk,
How is it my fault I keep distracting the miners,
When I've done nothing to stoke their desires?

Caliginous, ink bleed, heliotrope, starlit blue,
Twilight soaked, not awaiting for your review,
Dozens of letters and poems find their way through,
They follow the wings that first made them true.

I think you know why they're written to me, not you.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 1003 AF.