The blue sky of dreams is now a faded gray.
Like a dungeon full of tormented souls,
doubts scream from the basement of conscientiousness.
Perched on this balcony is a raven so jet black, it shames the night.
Panic awakens and I rub my eyes, only to open them to see, diagonal to the raven, is a violet vulture whose eyes pierce through me.
These eyes change from indigo to scarlet depending on how the light hits them.
Its razor sharp claws clutch my beating heart of creativity.
Suddenly, the raven flies over and violently swallows the violet vulture.
Jet black detaches my heart from this vulture's claws.
This raven's wings begin to change.
Pale, pale bird, cold and stiff, perched itself back on those lofty thoughts.
It glistened violet then indigo to scarlet then white as the driven snow; it slowly fell.
This raven once black, clanks on the ground of the balcony, and its final state was that of a key.
It was all so clear, even I, a lunatic, could comprehend!
I snatched up the key and frightfully approached the dungeon.
The deeper in I went, the stench became more pungent.
I was stiff, cold, and pale as the driven snow.
It was as if I was cloaked by death itself.
Doubts could be heard screaming like banshees and the stench lingered.
I tightly grasped the key and its mark indented into my hand and fingers.
This key was hotter than Hades and yet I was compelled to grasp it more tightly.
Suddenly it was quiet, but the stench and silence became more violent!
I had to squint because the scent stung and burned my eyes!
I slowly began to enter the chamber of lies.
I was alarmed because my soul was in a bed, lifeless and still.
Vultures surrounded the bed's chambers and let out shrills!
These shrieks sounded like Latin tongues and the heaviness in the room stopped me from being able to run!
I opened my hand and the key began to move; it turned into wings and out popped the raven, who began to sing.
It flew out of my hand and its wings bled scarlet, indigo, and violet.
Its crimson rain burned the vultures into fine dust, and jet black's song became a floating key that glistened with mystery.
It quickly moved towards the chambers and hovered over my soul.
The key jarringly pierced through my inner ear and my dead soul lept up like a fierce lion, and violently charged straight into my eyes!
It breathed in and out and my body shook!
My soul burned and welded itself back to me.
I opened my eyes and everything around me was shaded in mystery.
Faded colors made unfamiliar sounds and became more and more radiant.
Crimson rushed out of my inner ear and everything it touched thrived.
The raven flew back into my hand and became a golden piece of bread.
I ate it and my words became illuminated.
Alive...
Each word on the tip of my tongue moved like paint on the tip of a brush.
I left the dungeon and the pungent scent diminished like the faded gray sky.
All that could be seen was the sky of dreams, a piercing blue, because the lofty thoughts had been painted over by scarlet dew.