Instead of light washes, I only cleaned dark.
The creases entwining each vision of joy,
And wrapping their lines round my shadowless brain,
Drifting and wand'ring, the ribbons unfold...
We traveled down yards of bright alleys;
you found delight draped in waves of red satin
I discovered closets of masquerade screams.
Despite closed wardrobes, a layered façade displayed love.
Through blankets of cotton, we walked in our field;
you saw brights, I saw bleaks, we saw colorless veils.
I wished and hoped and prayed for some sun
to shine on my spool of darkened red death.
But instead of the sun, out came flashlights of strobe - 
the wind blew lace curtains in segments of time;
I crawled through the cotton to pull down the shades,
but my steps were sledgehammers that severed the wool.
Disgraced by the damage to carpets of comfort,
you galloped away on night tarnished with armor.
Glass doll, prized possession, encased in a casket,
you dropped me then drowned me, shards of glass on the floor.
flat in the fields of nibbling sheep I lay crying;
I rinse out the delicates with saltwater wash - 
the dye fades away into clouds of magentas
and then I’m left staring at a white lacy gown.
I shout with my steel rusted voice: Pure white!
Rising and dancing with my dress as a partner,
the clouds are now faded, letting sunlight get through,
suddenly my alley glitters in classical chorus
singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen.