Éloa

distorted

 

My colors have been fading.

 

I watch as that

cerulean and apricot melt away,

crimson brings way for obsidian,

yellow strikes forth

toward my horizon;

I don’t foresee its victory.

 

No, the only thing I can see is my demise.

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