Rainbow Lost

• Mark Kelly, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

The crows came today,
Black bringers of pain.

On the morn of death,
The crows came to stay.

The black inside began to spread,

From the tip of my toes,
To the top of my head.

It overruns the white,
And the blue and the yellow.

And covers them up,
With the colour of sorrow.