Freefall -not finished -

It is amongst the railing I stand, clinging to life,
Tempted to end my lonely plight in flight.
Tiger lilies clashing against the iris sea,
As roses weep their tears for me,
Jasmine rests in the moon's embrace,
While birds flee the orchestral events,
A cacophony of screams and sirens amass,
To a symphony made custom, for my own drought.

The maestro in time to the waves crashing down,
While drums beat from several hundred feet above,
Horns smash and batter my turbulent senses,
As the wind seeps through with peaceful grace.
Violet light shoots from the hateful mass,
It's anger erupting with each crimson pass,
Blue lagging behind with doubt for those hollow.
It's set, the stage, for the events to follow.