Shades of purple and green.

Colors so neat and clean.

Unfolding to the sun.

A shape perfect and fun.

It beckons to come near.

To smell its sweet, green hair.

You reach out to touch it.

In pain you turn from it.

So pretty to the eye.

It holds its sword up high.



Saw this picture.

And had to write a story.

The demon of hell.

He collects figurines.

Very collectable they are.

Dressed up in their finery.

Hair brushed.

Shoes shined.

In perfect health.

Hanging from his ceiling.

In the basement of hell.

He keeps them for all eternity.

Hanging in their clear casings.

Perfect pictures of health.

Except for one small fact.

They are all dead.