It's a poem, about Cagalli. I guess I'll write about someone else eventually, but until then . . . I won't spoil it by telling you what it's about.
Emeralds,
Jewels of nature,
Pretending to enhance the dress,
Sat unmoving as she descended the staircase.
Amber,
The forest in her eyes,
Glistened and reflected the gala,
Trying to hold back her tears.
Golden,
The color of her hair,
Waves in locks,
As she talks to her guests.
Blue,
The sorrow in her soul,
Because she's finally realized,
That this party is a funeral,
And he won't come back.
Any comments?