Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Color of Grief

Queen Violet sought privacy.

Two maids a waiting were with her.

Amethyst Dunes she chose to be,

Her long time favorite place for sure.

The sand was soft 'neath her webbed feet.

Antennae set on silent mode.

Crystallized cliffs hung o'er, discreet,

As though knowing the heavy load

The Queen now bore in this sand art,

As she strode quite quickly through,

Holding onto her broken heart,

Feeling helpless on what to do.

The Queen in midst of such grieving.

The Purple Plague had killed the King.