Beneath Crippled Rainbows

Colors bleed from the sky,
trickling from once vibrant bands
of crimson and emerald and gold,
only form into murky pools of
unrecognizable matter,
much like a Dali painting.

Hiding from the ill winds,
a poet dissolves onto a sheet of paper,
his mind's once radiant hues
now twisting and swirling to
a thick shade of ink
that has collected upon the page.

The words come alive before him,
taking on a life of their own,
only to swallow him up
in their new-found hunger.
Another soul devoured,
beneath crippled rainbows.

Written for: "`Endless Night Dark Poetry Contest"