Ink-Stained Skies

The canister of ink topples and stains the
Sky. The billows of amethyst and
Navy saunters over the evening.
Enticing the world to accompany
The dancers and the makers
Through an overcast show
Surrounded in a land of
Melody and lamplight.

But one wrong turn, on a darkening
Marigold road, those dancers evolve into
Savages. The cobalt clouds riot and
Ransack the twilight. Splotched with
Bruises and blood that soils the face of
Beauty. Daring the world to turn a cheek
But beating mankind down not to.

Behind the suffocating spiral of
Pillows lined with tempests and
Sporadic dreams. The paper of the
Night renders silent as the darkening
Bends ooze and sparkling whispers
Splash over the edge. Waiting for the next
Aspiration to form, the next emotion to
Erupt or the next desire to surge.