Ode to Aura

Round and round and round they spin;

They twirl and twist once they begin.

Their colors so vivid, vibrant and true;

In brilliance of green, red, yellow and blue.

Faster, faster they move through the night;

Triangles, spinners, prisms of light.

Dashing and dancing, moving so fast;

I lay in awe, wondering how long it will last.

When suddenly, the colors have faded to brown;

Their pace and movement, have all s l o w e d  down.

They've morphed into creeping, sluggish long worms;

They're eating away at my brain on their terms.

Peircing and stabbing and biting; the pain!

Why must I suffer with with the monster, MIGRAINE?