The distant starry eyes are

as dark as a vicious black bear in the depths of the forest,

like the countryside midnight sky in the middle of June.

The velvet rose’s petals are

as red as Snow White’s deadly apple,

like grand  theatre curtain before a show.

The burning fire is

as bright as a candle flame in the darkness,

like the silver moon on a black canvas.

The lion’s jaws are

as hard as Earth’s cement holding us up,

like a villain’s fading heart.

The poisonous berries are

as sour as an evil king’s thoughts,

like a demon living inside of your weak stomach.