I would take up a sword and shield against hordes of demons, He said with a smile.
I agreed wholeheartedly; pictures forming in my mind.
I see the color zurple – a new primary,
Created specifically for this task,
Swirled with hues of ocean, sky, and iridescent butterfly wings.
Perhaps it’s written in the stars; i check the chart.
Naturally the signs point to yes,
Double checked by the presence of dew on the north side of the cellophane-wrapped telephone pole.
I would fight alongside,
As is customary;
To defend all that is good,
against all that is not good.