The Tempest

by Aamir

A brutal, onyx-black, tumultuous mist covered over a jade-green isle. Palm trees bent and swayed like fuchsia-pink female ballerinas. In the howling gale.The puce-brown branches tore off herosiously and sent them tumbling through the wind. On an shimmering ,sparkling amber-yellow beach not far from the dark and dingy ,abandoned cave stood the tall, wizard gazing up at the crags named Prospero the wizard. His alabaster-white hair shone in the saffron-yellow-sun. Prospero has a raven-black ceremonial dress.