Purple Darkness The passing of a major storm into evening, Night's cloak, the equal of an emperor's, The depths of a still lake, cold and quiet. Insanity marks its passing, The deepest silence is its essence. The weak are caught in its grasp, And the strong are reborn. A bitter scent, and overly sweet taste, Dark thoughts are its creations. An impossible hope, a wild fear, Treachery abounds, spirits await. No one is safe, you cannot hide, It has you in its clutches, The moment you draw your first breath. A fearful darkness, A desperate gasp, As you fall into eternity, forever, and beyond.                                            Laura Dewey Copyright ©2001 Laura Dewey