Silver.
My pen dances, silver.
I scribble away in
The perfect shimmer,
The colour of my glassy mentality,
Moonlight on a frozen lake,
Silver.
Red.
It pours from the tip
Of the silver pen,
Confusing- why?
Why must this horrid red
Gush from the shattered silver?
Violent, raging, this horrendous
Red.
Magic.
I write it out in Silver,
But Red stains my paper, like
Magic.