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But why green? Why not blue? Or red? Because he’s not of this earth. But green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. And of rot. Yes! Yes. We deck our halls with it and dye our linens. But should it come creeping up the cobbles, we scrub it out, fast as we can. When it blooms beneath our skin, we bleed it out. And when we, together all, find that our reach has exceeded our grasp, we cut it down, we stamp it out, we spread ourselves atop it and smother it beneath our bellies, but it comes back. It does not dally, nor does it wait to plot or conspire. Pull it up by the roots one day, and then the next there it is, creeping in around the edges. Whilst we’re off looking for Red, in comes Green. Red is the color of lust, but Green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what’s left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, Green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones. Your virtue.