Down by the river.

Far from the sea.

In a town so simple.

Lived a village, small as a pea.

Only a child.

School bound, I trotted.

A  misty color caught me.

Dead ahead, I hollered.

Silence, silence

Silence rode on.

The spark soon vanished.

Quickly like dawn.

At night, a singing bell

Tapped on my window.

Suddenly eyes chilled my memory.

Colorful with meadow.

I followed the tracks,

The hue had now arrived.

Awaited was a girl

Purple sweater, utterly divine.

Under the star's spotlight.

Her shadow was my sun.

Velvet crispy sweater.

Then her face she had shone.

Spiral and spinning,

Headache of violet.

Only color purple,

Replayed on autopilot.

With a gasp, I woken,

One tint stuck to my back.

Tears my eyes sprinkled.

Even they covered in lilac.

Plum, lavender,

Mauve and orchid.

Magic spell uncanny. 

Forever loyal to periwinkle.

Begged one day,

To meet my fair lady.

Rid of this fate,

Ask her to save me.

One night, past my prime.

The meadow I cried.

Purple sweater appeared.

She wiped dew from my eyes.

"See what you will,

Think what you know.

Character is faulty,

Not all you should grow.

Appearance is deceiving,

I am no child.

I am the star of U-Minor.

Your brain was righteous and wild."

Granted nature's lesson,

She rose up her hand.

Touched my lids softly.

And left by command.

A curse, a beast,

My mind could bend.

Still when darkness consumes me.

Purple sweater is my dear friend.....