The Colours

There was white, made of light; there was black, made of darkness. No colours they were, yet they ruled them.
That was long ago, in a different time: now we are briefly red, blue, green: there's light and dark, but no white nor black.
They faught and lost, but we won: we are colour-free ever since.
No more white to guide us, no more black to damn us.
This is our world, our limbo.
This has to change.
I have touched the light, felt her power, heard her prayer: we'll save the world again. Together.
They've touched the darkness, possessed by her power, unable to control her.
Another war will come. The colours must be restored, our people united: we won't surrender to her. Not since. Not now. Never.
We are The Colours. I'm white, she's me: I carry the light who'll save us all.
The war's begun.