gently floating purple

motes of golden light

and Dust is flying

breeze whistles gaily

in the background of

a poisoned sky

…

then a figure

hulking, growling

stalking light, stalking color

aptly, ably, named

Change

…

what it touches

wrapping bony fingers

‘round fragile Beauty

withers, gray, black

in the poisoned sky

…

ignoring those who

scare it; Hatred;

War; Bloodlust

making more perpetually

in payment

…

leaving behind the

vortex of emotionally

charged desolation

but new Beauty sprouts

flowering, growing

and Laughter forgets

forgets so encourages

Change to come again