Entitled Esteem

Purple haze with just the right drop of yellow sheen.
Where the puddle meets the brimming green,
And the valley swoops down low,
Into grassy streams.

To write this conquest
Is to triumph another,
By virtue of the hazy lush nebula
That seeps in now.
It breathes out, but never in.
A violet vessel,
Room for only one.

And although there might be
Multiple crowns,
To one and to the other,
All heresy,
But only one,
To extinguish all the rest.