| Dreaming... |


Fresh PaintCrimson paint, dripping, flowing,Fresh Paint
Shone with light of red eyes glowing,
Paints a haunted canvas near
The corpse of someone you hold dear
Each horrid stroke is trademark of
A disembodied, blood-stained glove
Its master working late at night, To bring you gifts of death and fright
Glowing of an aura blue, The ghostly painter grins at you Locked within his gruesome stare, You're helpless to escape his lair
Tattered beret upon his head, The floating phantom reeks of dead A threadbare smock, aged and soiled, Reveals how his victims
| Take a look. It's in a book. On Reading Raaainboww! Disclaimer: None of these are in a book, nor are they in or on a rainbow (let alone one that is reading). |
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