Light has faded.
Only dabs of green, dirty white, pristine black and cleric gray.
A constant embrace each and everyday.
As, grunge fumbles her way toward the horizon.
Plating, placating, instead.
A landscape in lackluster imagination.
Uninspired on cue, as if it were something new.
Ruin in red, seen as constantly, up ahead.
Tantrum in tranquil, teal.
As the sun begins to kneel.