126: artificial, all

Those walls were painted: coral, sea-foam green, sapphire blues
Too much even for skies to contain
Even the sun was conscious of all its faded, incomplete, quiet glory.
And then darkness - the great equalizer. One would never know
of the gems that shine in the face of light,
those walls that laughed - now muted, resting,
incapable of sound.

No one knew the difference, and sometimes the sun never came up,
so who would ever be blinded by the loudness,
Never know of richness, vibrant luxe -
blessing's old hex and luck's new curse.