Dragonflies

The dragonflies with purple hair, mischievous demeanors, and eyes of charcoal danced merrily around the sunny flame of the screaming fire behind the ghostly train station. The air stood stiffly against the hobo's flaccid cheeks. He tried to warm himself next to the flaming pile of cardboard, wood, and old furniture, but it was useless. While the dragonflies danced, the hobo was damned.