Now, in a blaze of autumn,

Colors jolt him back to life;

He turns his back upon the way

That leads to black-and-white

And journeys through the forest

That leads on to colors new:

And looks no more for shadows

Of the nightmare he’s been through

The lie was told, the deed was done,

But just then, he awoke —

And in a blaze of autumn

All of that

Went up

In smoke