Green

Green was the colour.

The colour of her eyes,

The colour of his eyes,

The colour of their eyes.

The colour of their cloak

That covered all but their face.

That turned jade in the sunlight,

But emerald in the moonlight.

Green was the colour of magic.

That turned and twisted,

That shuffled and shifted

When a single hand was lifted.

Green Was the colour.

The colour of their eyes,

The colour of their cloak,

The colour of magic.

At least it was...

But their eyes are now faded,

Their cloak is now jaded

And well magic is dated.

The green magic,

That ran through their blood

Left like a flood,

Leaving everything but

The green hue,

That was all they knew.

The green had left in a flash,

And now everything seemed so rash.

Their eyes are dried.

Broken and shattered

From the hundreds,

No thousands of tears they've cried.

The cloak that was once green,

Is no longer clean.

Burnt and ripped,

Down a cliff, it had slipped.

Twas a tempt of fate.

That chose to break not make.

Now the green that once gleamed,

Shows to them all that had been.