Title: The Inevitable Colors

Author: I. V. Green

Rating: T

A/N: Well...This is...odd. And unexpected. I spit this out on a Sunday afternoon in about five minutes, while even with hours of work, some poems never turn out right. Hmm...anyone have an explanation for this phenomenon? Anyone? I'm at a loss. This poem is...very...how do I explain it...? Dark? Maybe? I don't even really know whether it's about God, or a fallen angel (maybe Lucifer, though I doubt it), or something not even remotely religious. I am seriously confused, but I like this. Seriously. Please review!

The Inevitable Colors

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

The reds, their crimson shields and scarlet swords

Pulling answering dark stains from each others' skin.

The stains you can see.

But not on me.

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

The blues, their teal tears and turquoise words

Soothing and dampening rages and spirits.

Unaffected, I stand.

In my colorless land.

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

The greens, their viridian eyes and jade eagerness

Forming misunderstood desires for others' lives.

They watch too.

They all do.

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

The yellows, their sunny complexions and daisy perfections

Making others seem brighter…

Yet comparatively dark.

They've all left their mark.

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

The reds, the greens strike wittily,

The blues, the yellows smile prettily.

The shadows lurk behind

For no one ever to find.

In my own suit of white,

I watch over the rest.

Their lives disinterest me, and I most certainly do not

Lean forward slightly, as they die, live, burn, rot.

I am not taken in.

I never have been.

I won't start now.

This I swear, this I vow.

Yet…my suit of white refracts.

After witnessing the lies, the facts.

It becomes like a rainbow.

Even though I tell it: "no!"

And colors mix together,

And it doesn't matter whether

I want it to turn back,

For it becomes suddenly black.

In my own suit of black,

I turn way from the rest.

I turn my back on them all,

And, into nothing, I fall.

A/N: Read and review, please!