The Color of Murder!

An act so vile that rainbows scatter.

Spines that shiver in minds of old,

Gasping spinsters times have told,

Of little men the color of green,

Hidden by walls not to be seen,

Harvest the blood they call to me,

Take the drops of red is the fee,

Cast the amber sun to stop fast,

Murky waters a grave in the past,

Ignorant fellows lay down in cotton,

Thoughts hollow black and all rotten,

Death the gift that comes willing and able,

Remember dear ones this is no fable.

Author's Note

Honesty and reverence.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good to see your words posted today.
"Death the gift that comes willing and able,
Remember dear ones this is no fable."
You are right Thomas. Death is the ending and no-more tale to be told. Thank you Thomas for your amazing poetry and I hope you are doing well.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my missed friend.

[Mark]

Very nicely done in your usual excellent craftsmanship!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[AliciaB]

Creepy! Definitely a lot of color imagery going on here - I like your note at the beginning in light of that. I'm getting the impression that this is potentially about leprechauns - in which case, it is absolutely terrifying. I'm not well-versed in the mythology behind them, but the little I do know is not like this at all. Intriguing twist. I like the line "Remember dear ones this is no fable." Very spooky. Excellent generation of a dark, disturbing tone throughout. Nice work!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.