Gannon - Vice Versa If black were but a colour and a hue, a dark perspective and an omen true, then its white would still be but the contrast: a sign for the hopeful; how long to last? Would it not matter for zebra and chess to be reversed and also vice versa? But what of a white shadow? A black light? What therefore, god forbid, if day were night? Enter the honest wolf and cue raven; compare the hero and that unshaven unspeakable thief with a stolen moon and its solemn night sky still half star-strewn. A battle and a victor, a high prize: the return of black sight to his white eyes. The dark-hearted scarred raven flees in flight the proud wolf howls in his eternal night.