Disclaimer: If I actually published something, I would have enough money that it would actually be worth suing me. Don't bother trying as of now. I'm innocent, and own nothing whatsoever.

Author's Note: I love Mistaya, if for no other reason, then because she's got a pretty name. More poetry came to mind, because she's so mature, yet so innocent and young.

Mistaya

Green is for earth out of which I came,

Blue is for fairy mist which I was named,

Yellow for sun- over our lives it beams,

Red is for eyes, eyes that haunt all my dreams.

Purple for fire which magic did give,

Orange for love in lives we live,

Brown is for soil padded under my feet,

White is for clear air, so pure and sweet.

Rainbow colors, all over the world,

Whisper the name of the prophecied girl.

White is for wizard, my mentor and friend,

Brown is for mud-puppy, magic he bends,

Orange for Court Scribe, my Abernathy,

Purple for kobolds, they're so much like me.

Red is for Nightshade, forever I'll see,

Yellow for mother, sylvan willow tree.

Blue is for father, the Holiday king,

Green is for Misty, of myself I sing.

Colors, oh colors, I thought I was strong,

Now I must make sure I won't prove me wrong.