White.. Doves  Are   My ..Shadows
All Color's  Hued Within.. ..your
prisms casting no doubt to.. ..
There She lays  In Sleeping
Greens furling about Her
Great Serpent slithering
  stalking a darkly prey
already in mourning
great spirits balking
walks talk of surely
withering this way
fearing  rememberence
of dying.. ..dear Blackness
Serpent's Heart of Loving
Our breaths cast away
in lieu of the fight's
in lieu of the flight
in lieu of the fear
of the..Shadows
in love..cast as
lights chill to
Soul's hued
with..eye's
lie to soil
a'bout
'your'
me's
see
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        Dye'd
  to
'I'