purple ocher and grey, tis not alone my inky cloak good mother Nor customary suits of solemn black Nor windy suspiration of forced breath No nor the fruitful river in the eye Nor the dejected behavior of the visage Together with all forms moods shapes of grief That can denote me truly these indeed seem For they are actions that a man might play but I have that within which passeth show These but the trappings and the suits of woe. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer