On a quest of object unknown
Something borrowed, something blue Nothing that makes sense to you
Seeking glory, find the arrow Escape this sense, this feeling harrowed
Nothing wagered, cloak of violet But don't invoke the ultra-violent
Brave the spectrum, ride the rainbow Heft the javelin, only feign throw
You rage in red, you fade to black You're only dreaming the attack
You wake from black, rage back to blood You sob, a tiny, heaving flood
You have lost it, you can't find it You long to grasp it and to bind it
You never had it, never lost it You never even stopped to cost it
It's your guide star? It's your measure? This rumour of phantasmal treasure?
The seeker's made by what they've sought Have you remade yourself for naught?