lyss Winning Entry

Colors vibrant, forms astound,
A lurking presence does surround,
There are those whom linger,
Those who wade,
Throughout warm spirit,
This jubilant brigade,

But otherwise we do find,
These creatures not so fervent -
unkind,
They hiss, they slither,
They inch so near,
Ensuing fret, ensuing fear,

So rest your head, my friends -
and lend your ear,
Be careful where your trust
you spend,
A revelrous znake might be your -
END.