Green skin, skulled face,
Candy red? Or lime green?
I do not know,
Both, maybe.

Creature hatched from a sugary treat,
Eggshell sickly sweet.
I devour it,
Nothing remains.

I am no longer a creature,
Two sides split:
Lime green, candy red,
A sarcophagus as my bed.

I house a bloodbath.
Candy red soldiers
March across and slaughter
Lime green maidens
Weep and flee and cry out

I am but a cage
Housing opposing sides of colour
Who is winning?
Can you tell?

The deed is done.

I surrender.
The Muse has been struck down, space.
A mark left in her place.

I surrender.
The Lord has won this war, time.
I am no longer mine.