In a world where everything flows
No-thing stops, everything goes
The colors are vivid to almost alive
And life flourishes, jungles thrive
One warm night there was a great freight
The stars turned out, the omens were right
A tunnel opens at zenith, exuding silvery mist
Turning the black grey, a feuding, brooding cyst
The color has fled, blotted out, world pale and dead
No need for dread, the veil prevailed, just like they said