COLOURS TO KILL:

She wore her colours to kill, in virulent venom,

Never pretty in pastels, nor a beauty in denim,

Garbed in the death-watch beetle´s terrible gall,

When she waltzed away to the raven´s dark ball.

 

Clad in the acid-green skirts, of the toad´s spat bile,

Tiptoeing through woods of autumn, so damply vile,

Her old lace petticoats, dripping in scarlet blood red,

With cobra´s hot gold, adorning her proud black head.

 

Her translucent skin, the colour of plasma´s pale death,

Her hair combed in the hue & ire, of old spider´s breath,

She merely wore all her colours, to kill those in her way,

It was who she was, how she lived & the way she played.