Forever in the Dark

Ruminate what you may and color me grey,
Your Murmurs I hear but do not fear,
A perilous Pride has grown inside,
And defends all my unfastened Ends.

The Convention: a Limit not to what One can attain,
Forever in the Dark the Paltry will remain,
How ill-starred are Those who have no Thought,
Forever in the Dark the Foolish will rot.

The Bizarre: a slew of Hues that cannot be translated,
For their Colors are only fluent in one Tongue,
Loud as They may be