A Blot Upon a Purple Patch

Viola descended the spiral staircase of her magnificent chateau with the befitting grace of her blue blood.Earl Ameranthine had had this imperial air and his daughter had followed the suit.She looked strikingly beautiful,her azure eyes,reflecting in them the assuage of the evening sky.The mauve gown glided behind,tailing her just like her myriad attendants,as she stepped down the last stair and made through the allee,lined with lavender,towards the garden's fountain.Her paramour could not but gape at her.She sat on a deep blue chintz chair,placed in the embrace of purple pixies,the entire ambience giving out the air of some clandestine affair."Could you just read to me the opening verse of Porphyria's Lover?"Silence!.."Heds,can you...?"She raised her head to have a look at him.She was used to that expression,but no,there was a different air attached to it.Something,she could not place.Perplexed,she inquired,"Did I say something perpetrate?Heds,you know my love for you is perpetual?"His face turned the deepest shade of crimson and he fell agroof.A doctor was hurried,and minutes later Heds was declared dead.

His autopsia cadaverum report read all normal.Just a little word inked in the deepest possible J.Herbin's blue said:Porphyrophobic