prognosticate

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.