When the sun’s rays scatter a prism
Nature’s hand paints in colors bright
through jewelled drops of morning dew
Senses sing, and warm hearts take flight

Break free from the cocoon of silk
where butterflies dance, leave the light,
and clouds of darkness bring the edge
unravel threads of thoughts that seep

Disrupted mind where evil scythes
a wielded blade of horrors taught.
The faces dressed in nightfall’s cloak
disguising death beneath warm smiles.