In my world of black and white, the color I see is red. The color of blood, my blood, the blood of a child, an innocent.

In my world of black and white, the color I see is blue. The color of the stone, on the tip of the arrow which has my red blood on it.

In my world of black and white, the color is see is brown. The color of the shaft of the arrow, with the blue stone, that is piercing my body and spilling my red blood.

In my world of black and white, the colors I see are yellow and orange. The color of the feathers at the opposite end of the brown shaft, with the blue stone that is piercing my body and spilling my red blood.

In my world of black and white, the color I see is purple. The color of the horns on my head, next to the yellow and orange feathers, on top of the brown shaft, that has the blue stone that is piercing my body, spilling my red blood.

In my world of black and white the color I see is green. The color of wings next to the purple horns that surround the yellow and orange feathers on the brown shaft, which has the blue stone that is piercing my body spilling my red blood.

Then I realized, my world is not black and white, my heart is. As I took in my one and only glimpse of color, the last thing I saw was a smile. As I breathed my last breath the last thing I saw was a white smile in the color-filled world.