The Hues

A fractious heart,
A rebellious soul.
Dauntless eyes,
And tales untold.
Of love, of war,
Of feelings so cold.
Of serpentine dreams,
And reality sold.
Yes, she's made of gold.
With lightening thoughts,
And marvelous sleights,
She tries to get up,
Surprisingly to fall back again.
Is it the magic of the dark,
To juice it away always?
Whatever... it is her hues,
Which remain at last.