A colorful turn, a phrase to brighten the spirit muted
A worlda dreams yet churn
Falling in rivulets of tears
Disputed only by way of care

As within; A heart aching still with loss;
Yet forever beating
A worlda hope nea r a art
From apathy consuming fears
Fleeting dreams to challenge despair

With dreams and attention does the world bloom
Luminescent
Growth without mention
For we create with wealth; Of sheer
Desire to excite the grand Fair

Of our hopes; Our dreams; A color reborn
By pen and ink and song unshorn
A lyric fresh scripted in colors so bright;
Therein lies the core for our fight
Against emptiness consuming, bleakness spreading
A bastion of promise for a future intending
Only to challenge a colour forgotten
As onward we strive; Nea r to be downtrodden


Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 10th of Chakros, in the year 1 AC.