Death of a Shade of a Hue

Over a sea of grief, Scarlet died

Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day

For a minute, I stayed watching this brilliant display

Until a god with a broom came and swept them away

In their bereavement, all of her colorful prints turned to a milky-grey depressing, bland

Which incidentally made Grey feel inane, so he set off to find a less trite identity

One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be