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. :)