Colorful Cacophony

Blue is an archway, a gate open wide

Red is a marvelous ruin of hope

Together, they're Purple, but Purple is pain:

Sharpened brutality, slippery slope

Green is a poison, sweet as the grave

Blue becomes Grey, Red remains Red

Whispers of horrors imagined but real

Grey is a roiling cloud in its head

Green is rejected, its poison removed

Red walks away, taking Blue, leaving Grey

Blue is a memory, hid in the dark

What was once night slowly turns into day

Grey is a fortress, its gate clos-ed tight

Pink is a child who wants to be grown

Risk is permitted, reward is perceived

No more does Grey keep the fortress alone

Pink is the coast's edge, a line in the sand

Grey is a breaker that wipes it away

Promises spoken but never fulfilled

Pink is a question that asks all of Grey

Grey is still Grey, but Pink is not Pink

A vacuum as Black as the ocean at night

Grey falls and loses it all to the dream

Leaves Black behind and on new shores sets sights

Grey is not Grey, nor yet is it Blue

Now more like Navy, not bright but still new

Cacophony fades, and Navy is still

No longer questions the songwriter's will

The fortress is old now, and covered in silence

Navy remembers erecting its walls

It's now just a home, a comforting palace

Hope echoes out from its hearth through its halls

Silver's familiar, well-known but surprising

Navy is cautious but welcomes a guest

The risk is regarded, but then it's discarded

Far better to wait and be sure than to test

Navy once bright Blue and Silver once Orange

Songwriter painting with colors thought lost

Green, Red, and Purple, Pink turned to Black

Art drawn with hundreds of shades on one cloth