magenta, chartreuse, indigo, coal
my colors change like the wind.
whipping, whirring, winding so
whether bright or muted
ever they glow
dancing with the sun
or cradled in sleep
stowaway passengers
hidden in dreams
light of my soul
in prism-form flesh
press
undressed
here at the hole
of my wild heart,
beating and bleeding
pounding, repeating
these precious words I hold
like a sacrament:
no matter the mood
that alters the hue
or the dark, black valleys
obstructing the view
you, YOU!
only one and undefined
can bravely color
outside the lines
About the Creator
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The Guardian Chapter V
Alexander left his Coming of Age ceremony with Cronos and the elders with as many new questions as he had answers for his old questions. Cronos had confirmed his suspicions were correct. Not only was there a link between the Beast Masters and the inhabitants of the Citadel, but it was the Citadel's fault that the Beast Masters existed in the first place. Instead of banishing the law breakers which allowed them to wreak havoc on the rest of humanity, the Citadel elders should have stripped them of their powers before they became too strong. Now Alexander would need to battle the Beast Masters and the Jikininki. It would be difficult for him to forgive the Citadel Elders because their poor decisions led to the deaths of his parents and more than half the planet's human population.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Chapters
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