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Eva
The Colour Grimm Oct 2014
Eva
A sting of Fire and eyes of bliss
Oh, how I long for that crimson kiss

Winter I spent in frost and pain
missing the touch of AslanĀ“s mane
You flicker of Light on the mountain peak
Are you the warmth I so urgently seek?

The glow of Green and rivers Blue
Fight to meet you through and through
I patiently wait for song and Gloom
And radiant flowers in constant Bloom

So let me slumber in fields of Gold
and dream of Love so ancient and old
Though rust and Copper claims your child
and I face Cold and Winters wild

Where Darkness reigns and Courage fall
and frost and shadow swallow All
I gently rise above the meek
And recall your kiss upon my cheek.
The Colour Grimm Aug 2015
A salty kiss
on a rosy cheek
A fractured heart
and a Star Wars geek

A dream of fame
not enough to hide
his deepest desire
- a loving bride

A dying ego
searching for aid
to someday forget
those eyes of Jade
It has been a rough summer.
Just that.
The Colour Grimm Oct 2014
She is Fossilized Fire

An Emerald Symphony

Dancing on a Diamond pyre

In Everlasting symmetry

The Brave will try to take her home

Those fools of wretched Monochrome

But those who Love

Will only Admire

In Fear of Killing

*That Glorious Fire
The Colour Grimm Aug 2015
Listen

You escape into the heart of dawn

No longer life or a lover's pawn

Your ship is set for distant lands
Uncharted realms
Loving hands

Though Storm and Silence rocks your boat
you are still alive
You are still afloat.

And as the wind sets it's tone- you realize you're not alone
We sail together, you and I

Pay Dusk no matter, WE shall not die
for this wooden heart- will still depart

and no festered crack shall **** your Art!

Hand in Hand even the Caspian Sea
holds no borders for you and me.
The Colour Grimm Jan 2016
I have always dreamed of fire
Yet awake I dwell in dust
and the more I dream
the more it would seem
that Fear will light my pyre
The Colour Grimm Jun 2016
Yes, I have always dreamed of Fire.

For what reason I know not. I simply inhabit a strange affinity towards that which burn and devour. Often I wake in the dead of  night- soaked in my own sweat- and the smell of primal destruction, rage and ruin around me, like the beating wings of fireflies.

So, the fact that I should fall in love with someone like you seemed almost unavoidable. Like timber and sparks we would surely catch fire when entwined.

Although, hearts of wood and fire were not meant to last. For a while we would shine bright and keep the night at bay, but you would consume be, steal my light, and once you were done you would leave my ashes behind
- still glowing faintly with the memory of your touch.
The Colour Grimm Oct 2014
You are sitting by a crystal lake
With bright blue eyes shut wide awake
Peeling of a broken mind
All that sorrow you left behind
No more shade
No echoed fright
Only hope
And blinding light.

— The End —