Grey... The sky is grey, like the feeling in his heart
Green the envy of normalcy and peace
Blackness, a certainty that he will never achieve it
Brown being the detachment of reality and the color of the hunt
The blood on his hands warm and red, the stuff of life
Yellow is the joy of hope, and orange the combination of yellow
and red, thinking that he might never rest
Blue is the color of his eyes, behind which smiles his mission
Purple is the feeling of companionship with his dog Anubis
Stainless steel is the mirror of his knife, the one bright spot in his life
White, the snow which is the emptiness of promise, and the cold he dwells in
Bronze and gold, the colors of his brother's armor and self-righteousness
Mar 08, 2022
Killer's Palette... [Emotions in Colors Contest]
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
hey Killer,
this is a great line:
Brown being the detachment of reality and the color of the hunt
and this:
Purple is the feeling of companionship with his dog Anubis
a nod to a God that people should learn about.
*hugs, Cat
ever, eddy
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Thank you...
I think that Killer named him Anubis, because of the connection to the weighing and judgement of the heart of the deceased. Which concerned the Egyptians greatly. ~ Geez.
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thanks Mark...
Yeah, I'd like to see Anubis weighing a bloody heart against a feather. ~ Geez.
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