MUSINGS

Prismatic To Monochrome

Golden splendour that is irrevocably grand,
Blinding white that remains unmatched.
He holds up an odd device towards the sunlight,
And the white splits into a million shards of breathtaking delight.

A colourful season with undying grace,
I look up to see an auburn haze.
His hair, I think at first glance.
Then the truth hits me when I taste a coppery tang.

He was an unlikely blend of the darkest hues,
Obsidian black, icy grey and Prussian blue.
I was an optimistic splatter of bright colours.
Throw in some teal, vermillion and a few others.

He was a double-edged sword made of Stygian Steel;
A pulchritudinous weapon that he chose to wield.
Every time I broke his barriers, he'd put them up again,
Then he'd set his knives sailing for me; he'd pin me under his deathly glares.

One thing was clear: I won't escape this war unscathed.
I knew that I was destined for an unfavourable fate.
But it didn't bother me, I didn't really care,
So long as I could set him free from the Devil's snare.

Things didn't turn out too well for me.
And if I wasn't so wrapped up in my fantasies,
I would've noticed that I was being fooled
By an unlikely illusion that could've never been true.

With his eyes gleaming with malice, and his hand plunged
Down his bag of tricks and ingenious stunts,
He pulled out a rather subtle ploy,
Oh, he chose to disarm me with a smile so coy.

And then he created the perfect illusion,
He took away all of my hurt and confusion. 
His gaze was no longer like hardened steel,
Occasionally, he would whisper, you're my sole weakness, my Achilles Heel.

When he had conquered every fibre of my being,
When he had celebrated me like a human trophy,
He broke me out of my dazed trance.
He laughed in my face, said it was just another one of his pranks.

He left me to fend for myself, battered and bruised,
The world now seemed so bleak and cruel,
I know now not to trust a soul,
My heart is blackened; Just a gaping hole.

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