Brush of the demon

What will he create with you?

Strokes of blazing hue

I confess I chased

her through fields of purple hue

Until lost was I

Death to all heathens!

Echo voices of zealots

Death throes of mankind

Why did

the phantom dress in her clothes? 

Why did it look back? 

marbles drop

or are they cats eyes

summer rain

the thrush

and the snail

a crush

I am just a cloud

Floating through this thunderstorm 

That we labeled "life"

She wears temptation

Draped like pearls around her neck

Everywhere she goes