Getting to Know Green

Okay, so this was written in response to the one word topic 'Green'...I don't claim to be sure if this relates to the topic, or if it makes any sense. But I was kind of trying to talk about the regular stuff associated with green in a relatively irregular way...Here goes...

A haze. A confusing illusion. The colour is thick, dense; it's almost solid. I try to brush it aside. I try to make my way through it. I try to pierce the darkness- the green darkness. But it fights back, stands strong, gloats victoriously. It graciously calls me a loser.
The haze diffuses farther, reaching every corner of the infinite room. The illusion becomes hypnotic; it verges on becoming hallucinogenic. The victory is not enough. It must destroy, it must overpower, it must shred every last emotion till its talons are dripping with the spoils of war. Only I never realise it is war. I wait, I wonder; I pray for it to end, while it decides to take everything to a new level.
I try to resist, it wants me to succumb. I refuse to be passive. If this is war, I will not hesitate to fight. I will invade the mists, the haze, and the illusions. My thoughts will slice, cut, and kill every minion. I will wield my optimism- the only weapon I have. I will not let green reign over me. I will not let green reign over hope. I will not let green reign over memories. I will not let green reign over novelty. I will not let green reign over serenity. I will not let green reign over humility. I will not let green reign over all that is life.
It will be forced to obey, forced to accept defeat, forced to accede. It will become one with all that it wished to overthrow, all that it tried to crush. It will be redefined.
I command thee oh green darkness to come into the light. I command thee to make thine senses vulnerable, to feel all there is to feel. I command thee to choose thine penance. Whether it be a submissive retreat, or an attempt to redeem thine honour, I command thee to be honest to thy own self.
No longer a haze. The illusions make sense. The colour is true, deep, strong; it's almost ethereal. It transcends petty ambitions. It looks to a higher power. It is everywhere; it pervades the mind, the heart, the soul and every thought. It seeps through the deep seas. It bends beneath the morning dew. It glistens in the peacock's feathers. It sags under the Christmas ornaments. It holds together the rest of the rainbow. And in doing so, it holds a power far greater than any tyrant could. Green has fought its own demons, and has finally emerged victorious in the truest sense of the word. Green is no longer the enemy. Green is now the harbinger of life.