Black and White

They waited, longing for calls of stalemate Upon chequered realms, embracing fate The deep sweat of their shades, merged to convey And became another non-hue - pale grey The non-hues were placed before a jury A visible length of pulsing fury Reflections of colours, the fonts of light With no grey areas to defend by sight Within the waved spectrum, no judge exists A black and white gown is not in the midst For the non-hues, palettes absorbed their glare That evoked sharpened hues within their snare As all grey matter differs to persist, non-hues will not get their brush in a twist