Charades only last in the rain.
Sun shines and reveals all your pain.
Hatred holds nothing to gain.
Release as the moon starts to wane.
Gray areas were never that way.
Fight back or fall into the grave.
Serpentine or pieces of jade.
Is it your Heart or your weapons for trade?
Visions have always come true.
True voices ring in colours blue.
A mirror reflects back at you.
What it is you came here to do.
~Introverted Sage~