Self-doubt

In a snail shell by the seashore

Stumbled across by Hercules’ dog

Was the colour purple

Sitting there with its blinding beauty

I deserve not to even witness such divinity

Scylla you deceiver,

You snuck a blade to dissever

That which was...purple

Oh cursed faith dear Nisus

Sea eagles only see hues of blue

Scylla fly across the sky

Scylla fly, for your own selfishness is at fault

Black and blue and red make a colour purple so evil, so bridle

In on itself dangerously idle

I deserve not to be a mere witness to the divinity of such an idol

I look down, for I am not worthy

So far down

Falling

Sinking

Drowning

So far down to the deepest parts of ocean blue

… It’s cold

So cold

Yet comfy

But this place is stagnant

Purple my friend, purple is the devil itself

NO!

Purple is what you make of it

Lookup

Stand up

Swim

Yes black and blue and red make purple,

but so does white and blue and red

A shade of lavender so lovely, finally I’m here,

For Scylla's destiny I do not proclaim

But rather the skies of rare purple sunsets

Oh, the colour purple

That of royalty

I give myself loyally

Gazing straight at you, deity

I’ll no longer look away