The canvas of colors is spilling,
Running down past the edge,
Filling into the cracks in the wall,
And dripping across the spiderwebs draping the hallway.
The paints are spiraling fiercely,
In a madened race to the door.
Seeping through cracks of the floorboards,
Finding their way down to the soil below.
The hues are flying towards us,
Reaching sky to the darkness above,
Finally the sunset has come.
