Author's Note: Here is the latest chapter of the series. Now, I had even less to work with when writing this poem (and it didn't end up the way I originally planned). Still, I think it works for the emotion I was trying to portray. Well, I hope you enjoy it. And review if you so desire.
Magic Of My Color – Part 7
Hidden deep within the depths of your mind,
That is where you will find
My presence,
The most mysterious of all.
Even in the sanest mind I am confusing,
But here, amidst the shadows,
I almost seem out of place.
But what is the point of living
Without my guiding presence?
Could one even live?
By my hand you fight,
Not for glory, not for fame,
But to guard that for which you care.
And you care. . . .
Despite your lack of acknowledgement,
Your denial,
You care.
Of this I surely know.
For how could you not
Since I am here?
My gift could bring about destruction,
Though that is not my intention.
So I remain hidden, secluded,
Within the deepest corner of your mind. . .
Only appearing momentarily,
As a subtle lavender twinkle
In your hardened violet eye.