It can be bright orange to dark purple to green.

It was bright orange, looming over my house.

It was a bright, orange arrow, and at first in looking at it I didn't really know what it was, and as I looked closer, it dawned on me it was an arrow that someone had shot the deer.

We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Dark with excessive bright.