Us, A rainbow of sorts

My blood has turned red from anger and rage,
casting itself onto the papyrus page
the only thing that sooths me now
is the lost sound of your honourary vow

The silence has wounded me all too soon,
with the orange glow half covering your moon,
your lunar, your grace, and all of your glory
lord do I wish to be as holy

My caverns have all grown dry from your demise,
the sound that bounces off walls here are my solemn cries,
in which to once again see your yellow light,
for only then am I able to take flight.

The anger in my eyes now are dried from my tears,
my pupils fixated to the ghost I've seen
of you my only light in the darkness of fears,
but upon the lush you lay in its' green.

I've come to beckon your welcoming back home
your favourite shirt is now losing its hue
I watch your phantom loom and roam,
with your eyes still so bright of its' wonderous blue

Jewelry set on the table awaits, while it
shines so bright with an aura victorious,
its color an elegant vibrancy like your essence,
a true perspective of your violet glorious.

Now you're gone and I know it,
I want to take it all back
thrown deep into the dark pit,
lies my heart now corrupt with black.