fervent anvil
Has she not have been forlorn of hope,
She wouldn't dare to blue the air.
Sun is nigh yet still felt like night;
Her blue blood bare aware.
The girl fretted out her silence,
Mistaking itself for peace,
But all it begot was madness;
Her mouth can't say its piece.
Was it just her? Or the room has shifted?
All eyes are seeking pointedly-
To her and her blue cloud floating above
People pitied obliviously.
She then drank empty her blue drink,
Received each of the given blue rose.
Peace of mind is all she seeks
But folly is all she ever does.
Maybe if she wasn't in the color blue
Neon colors would take life over
But it's been with her for ages,
Blued now all she were.
glossy hawk