Purple Rain (Pt.1 Of The True Colors Mini-Series) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Mother Nature is bleeding
Tear-drops of rain
She's flowing down;
Body fluid from the veins.

Tear-drops they fall
And I see the purple rain.
The earth, she cries
She withers from pain.

I feel her vibration
Her agony; the same
I feel the despair
As I dance in purple rain

Until with her, I die,
Ignored by the masses
Trampled, and shamed,
As Life—she passes.

Just like the earth,
I'm sick of this game
The World, and the Mother—
No, they are not the same.

Life's carved through Evil
It's Disaster, it's Pain
Nothing like Mother Nature
With her beauty and reign

She cries from the destruction,
She withers when tamed
Her breath is the wind,
And her tear-drops are purple rain.

My eyes become blurry,
My vision, it leaves me
The Earth is so different:
Unlike the rest, she doesn't deceive me.

Her beauty is unadulterated,
She is striking and real
She— isn't twisted.
She can cry, and she can feel.

Different from it all,
This plague, or this curse.
That leaves me craving
To rot in a hearse.

No, the earth could never
Be the same.
Which is why I will always
Dance, in purple rain.

© 2017-2024 Purple Rain (Pt.1 of The True Colors Mini-Series: Original Tone)