Orange, yellow, white,
the box is way too tight.
The spectral shades
where energy fades
Somehow isn’t right.

Vibrant is the key
whether he or she
to make a note
of what they wrote
before death set them free

The tree of elder lore
the one they stood before
took all their life
both man and wife
drinking blood galore.

And so I end this little song
the trash mayhaps it do belong
But first beseech thee I of you
Tell me what mine hand should do
to make a short verse long.