Rainbows in shades of black and white
come out in the pale moonlight.
Reaching for stars, I come up with ash.
Lightning strikes and thunder bolts crash.
Look in the mirror and you'll see
a monster standing where the man used to be.
Soulless creature, body still intact;
the paper trail's been picked up, now you're being tracked.
Slithering skin where you touched it,
you can fool the others but I won't forget
that you made the rainbows dark as night,
and sent the heavens into a state of blight
What are you, so powerful and dark,
a disease scheduled to destroy when you miss the mark?
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