Summary: A poem about the many hues of green and how the color has come to affect Amon's life. This is a small look through the entire series from his point of view
xXDisclaimerXx: As always, I do not own Witch Hunter Robin. I am just a humble fan attempting poetry.
Many Shades of Green
Deep Green
Gazes through to my soul
As I peer back at
The strangest hairstyle I've ever seen.
Yellow-Green
Burns me inside
Like her craft.
Why in God's name another one?
Forest Green
Innocently yearns to please me.
The harder she pushes,
The more I attempt pulling away.
Crystal green
Hotly insists her eyesight is just fine.
I explain they'll help her aim.
The hawk image she produces makes me proud.
Fiery Green
As she at last finds her footing in this place.
Another hunt called, a determined resolve
And she's off again.
Pale Green
And the sparks fly off her raspy throat.
The dread of missing her company
Prevent me from sending her home.
Lime Green
Confronting the Cold-Fire Witch
As I whole-heartedly refuse
Any relation of the two.
Bright Green
When she offers me Harry's finest on the house.
She fails to realize she nearly
Interrupted my breaking of her roommate's heart
Molten Green
As she answers Methuselah's Call,
Driving me to hysteria when for
A day she vanishes from my sight.
Blue-Green
In the aftermath of the Inquisitor's visit.
Zaizen's words echoing in my mind,
Tearing me between the extremes.
Watery Green,
The Witch Bullets raining down on her head.
The stick up my ass keeps me
From admitting me the Reaper.
Dark Green,
Her trust slipping away…
Master kindly renews the cracks,
Something I find I'm grateful for.
Pastel Green,
Edges wide as she glares up
Through white light into mine.
I beg her follow and she concedes without doubt.
Moss Green
As the well shuts tight,
Sealing us on different sides.
Her face my last thought before the fall of black.
Electric Green,
I can see its vibrancy from my post
Every time SOLOMON engages her.
Her strength is both awing and frightening.
Shamrock Green
Flashes in my mind
When the Father requests the unthinkable…
I agree with no preamble.
Tea Green
Startles at the firearm in my fingers,
But still has the gall to believe in my judgment.
I could not destroy that selfless heart.
Orbo Green
Shares a coy smile with me,
Agreeing to team up one last time
To defy the villain together.
Emerald Green
Finally find my soul
Amidst the fire
Surrounding us both.
Earth Green
Is the first thing I see when I wake
And realize with a passion that
The color has changed my world forever.
A/N: And now guess why the color means so much to Amon. Go on, just take one. Lol! ^_^
Both Amon and Robin seem like people who would rather speak through gestures and looks rather than words, which is probably why I subconsciously made their respective poems refer to each other's eyes. Or maybe I am just trying to sound intelligent about it to cover up the fact that I couldn't come up with anything original for him to really get romantic about other than the color of Robin's eyes. *Shrugs defeatedly*
P.S.: If you can imagine Crispin Freeman's voice as as you read the words, it's pretty orgasmic. XD
Enjoy. :)
