Bland seems bold to the mortal eye untrained
Colours gone grey 'fore a curtain of real
Do you know what lies beyond the blue sky?
Pull back the Prime as an orange's peel
Seek truth in jade and the catherine wheel
Will you call the yellow? The green? The red?
Or will you beg mercy, solace instead?
Reach the precipice, know what yawns below
Let black flames consume you, pull your red thread
She who earns the Eye may watch the world glow

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 942 AF.