The mad king’s sons

No child of his would ever see red turning into yellow,
so it was decided when the sons were born.
The siblings rose among all kinds of green
and played with blue. They stayed away
from shades that might be seen as pink

or purple, orange, brown. This only to be safe.
But then they saw a sunrise. All was lost.
They were no longer welcome in his house.
They left the castle and walked from the scene.
The old king died. They buried him in ruby, just to spite.


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