Finished

It seems like only yesterday when your rainbow ceased The reaper’s blade turned crimson in the struggle for being Violet droplets forsaken as the final violation struck home Forgotten the pinks and the mellow the sprite resolution A life path cut short had tempted the tempest to vanish Succeeded in your premature harvest of the ultimate act In the pool of your shadow shone the blues of the past Now the bleary frost of forlorn redemption festered No longer as you lay in fine black wattle coffin beneath Lilac roses in white cotton gown of torn grace You had wished for no hymns as you felt God would not Want your bones and your soul had chosen cacophonous Drums beating funeral’s last tunes instead for the final farewell Shrieking blasts for a tsunami of tears resolved from your fear Of never making it to the shore of peacefully passing on The bleak struggle was finally over the fog gone and absolved Misty murky drenched clouds of obscurity adorned thorny Remembrance oozing from the cutting edge of demise From your heart scraped and incised from cold metal steel A cut throat message remains delivered on sanguine clots Of the grief and serrated sorrow that love could not ease the pain 12th April 2018 Ten word contest: Crimson, Forgotten, Grace, Harvest, Love,  Misty, Shadow, Shore, Tempest, Yesterday.