From the lands of green
I come to search for a faerie queen.
But in the lands of black and grey,
I sit, and weep, and cry, and pray.
In the world of black and white
Black is day and white is night.
Yet this colour we call grey,
Still keeps to destroy night and day.
Now in between bright colours' mix
I might have felt a little safe
But killed by gray-ish blocks and bricks,
Began I to dig my grave.
- David Stringbreaker
