How very stunning, I had thought,
is the fluidity at which your heartbeats
change in pace with the beast
against which I had once fought.
Raging fires blazing red, diminished
by the serenity of blue. Punished
within the Devil’s rules, flattened
into an earthy brown. Soil underground.
You wink, and with it you become
overwhelmed by a cerulean wave.
Oceans drown the unscrupulous knave
whom, from within, pounded the drum
of brown study. In an open grave he dies,
ignorant to the hate and the blasphemous lies
and the scorn and the judgement of crude
At a wink’s pace the Devil rises,
and once more the oceans are reverted to
sludge. Brown muck on which grew:
weeds; algae; vicious creepers; surprises
creeping up from the depths of Hell,
an ocean of fire raging above the death knell.
But you turn the other cheek, and force me to bid
the most stunning case of Heterochromia farewell.