Within the heart of a bully, a glimmer of hope?

Dear Bulli,

I peered inside your heart today, for you see

Curiosity made me wonder what colors a heart like

Yours would exude when your soul flowers bloomed

Such a melange and varied assortment I encountered

It fairly took my breath away

Whites, reds, yellows, purples, golden, magentas and lilacs

Raised their lovely heads, vying for your kind attention

For they so wished and yearned for your love and care

But alas, you grabbed your paintbrush of green and black

And hurriedly painted over all the gentle florescent buds

Ebenezer Scrooge could not have been more proud, would have

Hired you on the spot to tend his misbegotten coffers

Unable to radiate their glorious and colorful charm

The sad black/green painted blooms watched as your

Darkness rapidly spread across the flowering landscape

Lights which once shone bright, happy and wholesome

Waxed and waned dim, as the horrid winds blew in from

East, west, north and south - like evil witches bringing

Doom and gloom, hexes, evil potions, spells and dissatisfaction

All designed to bring the masses to your jaded way of thinking

The green you painted bred many green-eyed fiery monsters

The black obscured and hid the true nature of words and phrases

Prompting misunderstandings, ill-will, and general:

unhappiness

sorrow

dejection

regret

depression

misery

cheerlessness

downheartedness

despondency

despair

desolation

To name just a few

Then they watched as the rewards poured in for bulli-ing

While their painted green/black colors faded more and more

With every passing day!

Then one day a flower bloomed and blossomed

No paint or color-diminishing brush could taint its brightness

The Lonzo/Alex bloom stood fierce and strong

Godlike and proud, it dared you to work your spells

The witches, warlocks, muggles, wizards, imps and demons

All joined forces to thwart your evil plans to spread dissension

Now the voices are being heard, time has worked its magic spell

Hopefully, they all agreed, sparks from their brightly burning flames

May find its way to your willful, stubborn, sad arteries and veins

Transforming you to light and gentle awakening of life's many gifts

Just remember:

The Triumph of Life By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good,

the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendor,

& the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.

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Lonzo/Alex challenge