The sky brimmed with colors,
each fighting to show their brilliance.
It was like watching a Sophocles creation
spun from travesty and passion.
Scenes changed while wheels turned underneath me
as I moved closer to the North Star,
the moon tailing my car.
Yellow entered from the left and Orange from the right.
They reached for each other, vibrant and deafening:
Love ensued at their touch.
They danced off the stage,
hand in hand.
Green stepped into the light with a monologue.
He spoke of love lost and worlds split
down the center. He faded away as
Blue and Red marched onto the stage,
singing their songs of bloodshed,
bleeding into each other - Purple harmony.

Black overcame every element, every happiness.
Black was the inevitable.
Black was the curtain call.

But even then,
there was light.
In the stars I found hope and beauty.
In the stars I found you.