I wonder if Leonard

I wonder if Leonard could find the words for the white that washed the sky today. The castle looked so bland, I could have defeated it, easily. The clouds like a lid of communist ooze. Holding back proper shadows so everything was scrubbed in grey and beige. Give me something sharp! I want a flick of blue and a spike of yellow to cut across the cannons - give their old black paint some gleam. I want dangerous history! Red stones tell more stories.