Colorless
The palace of my fathers
My rich, wealthy father
Wealthy in jewels of black
Rich in coins of death
The palace of the dead
The palace of my fathers
Is colorlessly gray.
The garden of my fathers
My gloomy, quiet father
Gloomy with thoughts of light
Quiet in thoughts of life
The garden of the mourning
The garden of my fathers
Is colorlessly sad.
The land of my fathers
My powerful, dark father
Powerful in terms of reigning
Dark in terms of thoughts
The land of the soulless
The land of my fathers
Is colorlessly
Gray
Sad
Unmeaning.
I am aged by years
I did not gain.
Twelve in body
And spirit
And mind and soul and heart.
But older
Older
Older, so much older
In years.
So much I have left behind.
Nico-
Artemis-
I have left all I needed.
The face in my mirror
My dark, yielding mirror
Dark in manners of light.
Yielding in manners of soul.
The face of Bianca
The face in my mirror
Is colorlessly dead.