It is the night I fear when the purple shadows cast their dark spell onto her. It is the night I fear when the demons of temptation are given into. When words are spoken and thoughts are thought. It is the night I fear when the green inside of her comes out. It comes out and changes her complete self. But you see, I thought about it. Perhaps it isn’t the night I fear. Perhaps it is the purple shadows, the demons, and the green inside of her I fear. The colors and demons that seem to only show themselves at night. Because once the sun comes up she seems to be lit with joy and returns to normal. Yet again, which “her” is the normal?