In the heat of summer day
Walks the Lady of Decay.
Her skin is pale like gone-off milk,
Her clothes are made of rotted silk,
Millipedes surround her face,
Her dress is trimmed with dirty lace.
With maggot pet and fungi’d hair,
She parades around the square.
She’s a sight from head to toes,
But whilst you look, hold your nose!
For nothing festers like Decay
In the heat of summer day.

14  colours, and the poem was written spur-of-the-moment when submitting to PixelJoint ;)