As told in purple minor, my favorite color.
At twilight the heavens beckon onto flames of orange and violet. Embers do light the sky as the moon approaches fast with envy. A canvas of memory, tales of light from another day.
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
