Purple secrets
carved upon the soul,

hidden rage that
turns a heart to stone,

hollowed caverns
deep inside a mind,

where demons strain
against the chain

and howl in ancient
torment and despair.

Screaming, silent, moaning
in the dark,

as blood and toil
bequeaths the flame
a multi-coloured fear.

Pluming breaths of ice
are found then lost,

they seize the key
that’s rusted in its lock,

beating faster
as the thunder roars,

the creeping horrors
flowered dreams shall mock.