A spectrum of colour
The Light does reveal!
Tis' a pity some view it
Through such narrow fields...

A gauntlet was tossed,
Yet not by artists, no...
We merely refuse them,
These arrogant blows.

Creation will happen,
The sun will rise and shine.
Even as its supplicants,
Stare till they go blind.



Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 644 AF.