It flickered different colours before my very eyes

A foreshadowing of three things unknown and yet to come.

I wondered if those colours were full of promises or lies

Amidst the steady sound they made of a harmonious hum.

The first was a brilliant, blinding, beauteous blue

As steadfastly true as hope, love, faith, and a smile

Fulfilling in its measure and bringing insight anew

The draw was undeniable, an infinite array of guile.

The second was a deep, delirious, dark, and decadent red

Promising deeds and sights ne’er seen by mine eyes

Inherently, it brought an overwhelming sense of dread

Until inside my soul there welled a wealth of cursed cries.

The third was a gentle, graceful, gallant, gleaming gold

Shimmering in intensity amidst its graceful beams of light

With it came a peace and a wisdom spoken of in days of old

Regal reassurance, despite the trials, I'd be unerring in my plight.

“Pick one.” I heard an unrecognizable whisper of a voice.

“Tis yours and only yours to make this dark evening tide;

Your future life ’twill be bound by whatever is your choice

All things henceforth will have new meaning, all else aside."

Carefully I ventured forth, still ever sure of my decision

Without a doubt, I knew the path to take and what to do.

“I’ll choose the gold,” I whispered back, enthralled by the vision

Of incandescent fields of gold reflected in my future view.

the untold mass

brown, a shade of

orange, as it were

peoples the earth

moving, pointillistically

in optical illusion, dressed

it flickered different colours

and proclaimed many names

blue, yellow, green and red,

but tilled, it returned, only

to the ground, face down

orange, as it were

brown, a shade of

02.03. 2024

The Unknown-Three challenge @AJAY9979

Silver sheen, part-blue, with one part black

That, small amounts of white, hijack.

Slivers, shades of darker and lighter

Wax and wane, in order, to brighter.

Shivers, black and blue, will come for you

When mixing and matching a mismatched brew.

River of true colors, as immiscible

As the false ones inadmissible.

Thither: how long it takes your eyes to dry

Tells me how high your saint will fly;

Shrivel: how long it takes your dyes to dry

Tells me how your lies will die:

Wither: if it be slow and torturous,

Then take your place in Tartarus.

Giver: if it be quick and painless, too,

Then you can seek the light you're due.