The empty abyss of an eternal night swirls through her, 

Filling each and every corner of the soul with nothing.

Somewhere, a heart beats along with her own, both enduring 

A life that’s losing its pulse, fading faster and faster; 

She’s tired and wants to sleep, but knows the world snuffs dreamers. 

A song rich in the warmth of purple finds her, embracing 

Her damaged spirit with arms of lyrical welcoming. 

The majesty of the soul’s purple rhythm, her breather, 

Fends off the tenacious shadows of self-hate, of self-doubt,

As the explosion of purple manifests her rebirth, 

Granting her a new melody, all so she can shout out 

“I am free” as she dances and twirls upon the wine earth. 

Her bright rejoice carries for all to hear upon the wind, 

What a wonder! She twinkled purple by the way she grinned.