The Final Beauty

To Kaylee:

The purple skies,
full of beauty and lies.
As the golden birds
silently fly, chirping no words.
The yellow grass, lays down
providing the dirt a king's crown.

The lovely monsters silently roam,
raiding and eating families in their homes.
The yellow grass turns grey with the people's blood,
and turns the orange dirt to black mud.
Now the green rivers lie,
next to the ground rushing silently by.

The twisted people's faces,
eyes in all of the places.
They walk quietly in their yellow skins,
vomiting constantly, all of their sins.
They all stand together,
stuck by an invisible tether.

But one stands alone,
her beautiful eyes brightly shown.
Her silk smooth hair,
moves quietly from the swirling air.
Her silence is so profound to me,
but when she does speak it's beauty: absolutely

Her skin is as smooth as a gun,
and shines better than the decaying sun.
She moves completely in fluent moves,
as if swimming to the silver moons.
Her smile is rare, but lovely to the eye,
I wish to see it again, before I die.