Orange (word) - Wikipedia

Orange! Orange!
Red-Yellow, Yellow-Red!
Orange, Orange,
Without equal, the King is dead!
Orange, she flew across the heaven,
Orange was that shooting orb,
the clouds of purple tint, smoke of blue hues!
the Orange swallowed him He the mouth of the sad lying king,
embalmed with Orange-scented amber and perfume,
enwrapped with Orange-oozing linen and flax,
the Redness of blood, bruising,
turning into the purple and blue of solemn dead!
Orange are the taints upon the King's pallid yellow skin!
Orange, Red-Yellow; hail the King!
Orange, Yellow-Red; the King is dead!
the King erects in the morn and dyes
the impatient night-sky's 
blackness to the umbrage of his interred skin,
cool and vast is that mystery;
but heed, heed, dawn is breaking,
Orange is the colour, Orange the hue;
Orange the sign without equal,
never by poets to be rhyme; the King is dead!
Red-Yellow, Yellow-Red; hast thou seen the Orange sign?
the King is dead! the King is dead!
blond-orange, blood-o-range; the shades of encasing amber
the tumors of bruised dead skin.
Love unto Her who came to me; and Orange!
She is my King; the King is dead!
the shadows lengthen, the lake grows still;
rippling shimmer on my face, tires, tires
the shadow lengthens, the lake broils still
rippling bubble on my skin, gyres, gyres
the Orb is inside of me, I have seen it
rising, rising, a pylon, a burning bier
smoke, rising, rising, not purple, not green
red-yellow, yellow-red. float the banner,
light my sigil, red and yellow.
come, come, come
come, my King, come
red-yellow, yellow-red
Orange, thou hast come.
Orange, thou hast dyed me.
Orange, thou art my Sun.
Orange, the Fate is set! Not in the stone,
neither in burning sky, Orange; not of the ocean.
Orange, only my heart can divine
Orange, King, come gather foregathering King!
this bond come thus to be broken, so broken King;
shall never break ever again!