In a dim lit food court of a destitute mall sat two blue-eyed wildflowers.

You a Golden Jerusalem,
With your gilded yellow hair cascading around your daisy-like cheeks.

And I a Nobile Columbine,
Who's hair morphed like a kaleidoscope with each passing mood of the week.

The sounds of howling laughter echoing down the halls,
Pondering what spirit could be planning to unleash on us all.

As the song says,
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end.

@RoseLevesque