#WritcoPoemPrompt97

Standing at the edge of reality and disbelief,

A broken soul shivers deep,

Was torn and shattered on the reef,

Death hovering a hair's width away,

Delighted at it's chance to say,

Draw after draw the breath seeps,

Prickle after prickle the tears dip,

Bang after bang the heart beat,

Firing against the demands,

Of the darkness that bring hands,

Bygones and bygones shoot to present,

Relaying while coated with a deep purple of regret,

All the colours of the rainbow flag the past,

As we edge to the death's encompass,

the red of anger drips down their fangs,

their orange of laughter cackles down the last,

the yellow of calm barely rifts,

the greenery of envy watches the crews,

the blue of greed writes their content,

the indigo of shame colors their skeletons,

the  violet of honor rouses with position,

prided they all are with all discretion,

as the memories all pull by,

they all smile with heart slight,

the past and present are very well done,

now death has come to consume the future,

the colors of the rainbow dispel the cold,

that the soul shrieks within,

the alcove they tie and bind,

keeps them unafraid of the dark's hind.

I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. So how was it?