Stage Two

The gray has vanished
Vanished like a white light
Light that has been diminished
Diminished, was the gray anger

The bright has gained freedom
Freedom it was not used to
To spread was an absurd idea to it
It was confused by its own bright self

The red was straining
Straining like a tied marionette
Marionettes, though, were not all that different
Different from the red hope