I.

once I saw my soul and was shocked
the blue of grace was not there
nor the white of purity
it was awash in an aura of red and green and black
it was filled with streaks of yellow
in a grey haze of pride swirling around
yet out of the corner of my eye I saw a tiny
glimmering of kindness done in gold
and I rejoiced to see this beautiful color in my psyche
no matter how faint
for perhaps this little speck could grow
and color my soul with it's golden hue

II.

like a disease, a leprosy
red begins to creep into that gold
a violence set to kill kindness
but lo the gold is strong!
It breeds furiously
Strands of silver dignity
that ensnare the ill red aural tones
the web-work extends
trapping all the other shades
til gold dominates
with silver at its side
But I still see a seed of
hatred, a black spore
nestled comfortably admist the
mettalic hues of
grace

III.

The Black seed erupted
sprouting fruit: black, yellow, green
red, and sepia
I can feel it, a force that strains
the bonds of silver, invading the essence
the Black crushes gold
strangling all hope
Eternity..

and thus dyes my soul.