Shine, Sienna’s hope,
Her gleaming crystal spires dance
From high on open citadels.
Bright kaleidoscope,
The whirling lights and sweet romance
Where earthly beauty dwells.

Darkened Umber beckons all,
Moloch’s flesh and dusky hall.
Jagged hold to jagged keep,
Horror high and terror deep.
Lit by fear and shadows long,
Echoing a hollow song.
Ruling with an empty throne,
Horrid Umber sins in stone.

Neutral,
Ochre,
Au contraire,
Caught between those different fates.
Stolid be its wooden gates,
Indifferent lands –
It vacillates.
Amid the sands,
Amid the pair,
And there in stands,
In tepid, torpid
Stagnant air.

I am a traveller among these three,
And have a thousand things to see,
And though I sit in Ochre’s walls,
And though I hear burnt Umber’s calls,
I make for Sienna in the morning.