Purple
I am the color of boldness and majesty. My strength lies in my ability to be both beautiful and dangerous. I am the color of warm and dusk nights spent on a warship to prove my countries prowess. I am also the color of sensual and languid mornings stretching to meet the glory of another day in God’s grace. I am the color of a fine and tangled balance between my anger, my fear, my strength and the gentle beauty that is I. My purple ness combines to make everyone wonder that I am so many things, priestess, mother, warrior, and queen.
Holder of the cups of ritual for the great I am teacher of the morning rituals and prayers. Calling all my people to worship and praise that our Lord has given us another day to prove our worthiness.
Holder of the small child as he suckles at my breast, his small face radiant in the glow of love without end.
Holder of the spear as it crushes my enemies and strikes fear into those who question my authority
Holder of the throne as I rule and conquer for my people.
My color flows throughout history and will always be held by the strongest women
