Over a sea of grief Scarlet died

Above her dying mind were fossilfied

Memory imprints of her favorite day

For a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display

Until a god with a broom came and swept them away

In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend

Which incidentally made Grey feel inane

So he set off to find a less trite identity

One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be