The world holds both black and white
Dark and light... and gray

Those who canter all and day
Spreading light and painting smiles
Wearing hearts of white, they may
Scented flowers felt over miles

Those who seep through the night
Silencing hearts, implanting the dark
Who show no honour, for weak or might
Blotching all fair with borne mark

Those who stay, still and stone
Neither heeding, or fighting own
Either that or either this
No fight or might admist their gist

These colors, black, white and gray
All wear different, red, green or cray
Can never make up whether the world needs
More of a touch of this, that or knat