Fantasy Poem by Radi Junior

I am not among the toiling ones
I will not say
Come with your might, blasted life!

Not red, not green, not blue
But vibrant, I want the rainbow
Mostly the better part of it.

Who are you to deny?
My decision, my consequences,
My wish, my kingdom.

I am not among the toiling ones
Strike after strike
Sweat and stench is no charm.

Rather cold and comfortable
Rather ease and peace
Maybe serene, maybe bustling.

You say otherwise
Peace- all in thoughts?
Ask that man who made the plots.

I'm yellow, with orange
The color
Bright as day.

You are a curtain, a cape
A cage, a black hole
Sucking all energy.

Rot, you curtain,
Rot as you lay
I have seen the last of you.

Or have I...
My adored curtain?