Around me, I see shades
Of grey infiltrating the blue sky.
From burning pyres of the innocent.
The deeds that are done, with the blood,
Their stench murks the sky even more.
The intentions that lie behind every thought,
Whose grease just spills onto the clear waters.
The grey turns to a pitch black.
So dark that the stars cannot be seen.
The inspiration for this poem was the back to back 3 episodes viewing of Marvel’s Daredevil. *chuckles nervously*This can also correlate with the environment too! Double Whammy!!