Spectrum and the Shade

It's head is already fallen to a grave
Leaves that are green turn to deep black
To the ground they fall and disappear

Still it grows and it will crash
There's a top, there's a ceiling
A limit for it, a bottom for them

It is going to hang tightly
I know it will wait for a clamor
A clamor of end for sight

It will soak and savour
Like a death it's only black
'Cause it has it all, the spectrum

_
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3s4v0t/z/cwueitr
_
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3s49gs/z/cwue8p9