The Hall Of Nine Lives Poem by Yenum Iwenwa

*1st Hall White: Genesis*
Here we all start anew.
A beginning of sorts.
Filled with illusory splendor.
Of the unseen future.

*2nd Hall Yellow: Illusion*
Here some realize life's misapprehension.
While others still swim in it.
It's not necessarily bad.
It just becomes harder to stand out.

*3rd Hall Orange: Flame*
The awakened.
Become a stream of burning gas.
Getting a zeal, a passion.
To not be mediocre
Becoming something of a MAN

*4th Hall Red: Rage*
MAN begins to separate.
Those that succeed.
Move on.
On the other hand.
Ire and fury sets in.
For the fallen.

*5th Hall Blue: Mysteries*
All still move into roun.
To ponder obscurity.
Delving into an unknown.
Searching for a truth.

*6th Hall Green: Vitality*
Then vigour is developed.
Then MAN begins to distinguish.
Rulers from officials.
Officials from subjects.
A line gets drawn.

*7th Hall Violet: Emperor*
Very few get here.
Only the special.
The determined.
And the lucky.
Could be called the peak of life.

*8th Hall Grey: Death*
But at the end of it all.
Every MAN ends up here.
First comes the decline.
Then weakness sets in.
And finally greyness.
All Halls leads to here.

*9th Hall Black: Void*
Now all returns.
To emptiness.
Blank slates for new origins.
Or a permanent disappearance.
From life's cycle.