Mania dressed
all in yellow
Whenever her
grey eyes
Yearned
for her corsair of purple mellow,
Who had casted
away upon a white ship of dyes.
Lo! He ran aground upon the red shore
And then,
exploited the blue holy water
Thus falling
from grace unto black lore;
Dissolving
as emerald green alga of seawater.
Yet, the
ocean’s absinthe colored waves call
To lure
her pale back to a crimsoned hue
To join forevermore
the crystalline doll
And the
arsenic lover - to a briny queue.
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