slow account (pasta2)

Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy waits behind him. Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground. Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, they quietly understand. Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, but wonder why the fight is on. But they're all bold as love, just ask the axis. My red is so confident that he flashes. Trophies of war, and ribbons of euphoria. Orange is young, full of daring, but very unsteady for the first go-round. My yellow in this case is not so mellow, in fact I'm trying to say it's frightened, like me. All these emotions are holding me back from giving my life to a rainbow like you.