KangarooKen

Cxlvxn and xNestorio? in our Harry Potter au? It's more likely than you think.

Lady of the Lake

red is the color of flowers and ash

of anger and passion and child-like brash

of a boy who dawns his crimson-striped tee

and spends each night sobbing:

“why was it me?”

orange is the color of mangos and health

of excitement and fire and courage in self

of a flame-flickered human searching for signs

of his former best friend

whose heart has long-died

yellow’s the color of sunshine and song

of a girl who baked pastries that now are all gone

of a landmark the burned with a satisfied roar

as the smoking trunk crashed

on a dead nation’s floor

green is the color of dark button-ups

of a kid with wide eyes who gains power abrupt

of snow-coated grass and a new goal in life

keep his family safe

or fall down to their strife

lime is the color of nature and earth

of land sought out and marked as his terf

of a need for control that spiraled and grew

until it all fell away

and now he's screaming, too

blue is the symbol of freedom and peace

of a country created from his words and a speech

of tears and self-doubt and a man’s scattered brain

all lost to the void

until saved by a train

purple's the color of violets and vines

of a sword well-enchanted to fight either side

of a boy and his spaceship— oh wait that’s gone too

because what good is a promise

when you have something to lose?

pink is the color that's supposed to be kind

but here he stands crowned with the bloodshed he finds

pink petals and roses and the need for the dead

but a love for his allies

and the one he calls friend

brown is the color of warmth and a home

of melodies and friends but now he’s alone

of a longing for belonging and the desperate need

that pushes him so

when it speaks; he believes

black is the color of the stars in the sky

because his city drowns out all the light they provide

he’s been naive before; so attachments he'll fling

even if means

discarding their ring

white is the color of innocence clean

of a boy who chose people over sides and their things

of a blank whiteboard to be molded like clay

and lessons to teach

if he wants to be okay

and so here you are, a mixture of all

you're blue or you're green and you follow along

you watch as the land is ravaged by war

and all you can do