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The Colorful Sky
I will admit, I will be honest, and try to be polite.
A secret I’ve kept, the fact my wings used to be white.
They weren’t always black and I wasn’t always flightless.
It’s because of good that I am now lifeless.
From the poem’s title you can probably tell,
That this poem’s about a colorful sky, in a nutshell
As you know the many colors in a rainbow,
Red, violet, orange, blue, green, indigo and yellow.
The sky was the red of people’s passion
Blazing like fire, from the mouth of a dragon.
It was also the orange, like passive aggressive,
The feeling of it, was surprisingly expressive
The ceiling of the world was also a bright yellow,
Like the arrow from the bow of the sun god Apollo.
The sky, green like the unpolluted Earthly meadows
The meadows that have no darkness, and no shadows.
The Vault of Heaven was too, an azure blue.
The blue of responsibility as well as honesty.
Shades of indigo stained the vault as well,
In the indigo felt the sense of neutrality.
The violet had a strong feeling of fantasy
It felt so good, it nearly drove me to insanity.
The sky was so many beautiful shades,
I flew through the colours, from pink to grey.
They were beautiful, so I tried to take them with me
I absorbed the colours through my white wings.
From white they became a rainbow on my back
The feeling was incredible I wanted more…
So of course I kept flying through the skies,
And absorbed the colours as I went too.
Then something unexpected happened
Something weird and a chained reaction…
My wings absorbed the colours of course
But they absorbed too many and too much,
Then they slowly, surely became a shade of black
Then I started falling, and kept falling.
My wings were weighed down by the many colours of life,
I couldn’t fly, I was barely breathing, and I could never change.
I tried my best, to get the black from my wings.
But it failed, I only hurt myself, I was afraid, but had no one to cling.
I soon was the angel of darkness you all know now,
Al least now you know why I despair and why I frown.
A secret I’ve kept, the fact my wings used to be white.
They weren’t always black and I wasn’t always flightless.
It’s because of good that I am now lifeless.
From the poem’s title you can probably tell,
That this poem’s about a colorful sky, in a nutshell
As you know the many colors in a rainbow,
Red, violet, orange, blue, green, indigo and yellow.
The sky was the red of people’s passion
Blazing like fire, from the mouth of a dragon.
It was also the orange, like passive aggressive,
The feeling of it, was surprisingly expressive
The ceiling of the world was also a bright yellow,
Like the arrow from the bow of the sun god Apollo.
The sky, green like the unpolluted Earthly meadows
The meadows that have no darkness, and no shadows.
The Vault of Heaven was too, an azure blue.
The blue of responsibility as well as honesty.
Shades of indigo stained the vault as well,
In the indigo felt the sense of neutrality.
The violet had a strong feeling of fantasy
It felt so good, it nearly drove me to insanity.
The sky was so many beautiful shades,
I flew through the colours, from pink to grey.
They were beautiful, so I tried to take them with me
I absorbed the colours through my white wings.
From white they became a rainbow on my back
The feeling was incredible I wanted more…
So of course I kept flying through the skies,
And absorbed the colours as I went too.
Then something unexpected happened
Something weird and a chained reaction…
My wings absorbed the colours of course
But they absorbed too many and too much,
Then they slowly, surely became a shade of black
Then I started falling, and kept falling.
My wings were weighed down by the many colours of life,
I couldn’t fly, I was barely breathing, and I could never change.
I tried my best, to get the black from my wings.
But it failed, I only hurt myself, I was afraid, but had no one to cling.
I soon was the angel of darkness you all know now,
Al least now you know why I despair and why I frown.
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