Warrior colored

Sad hue of stormy skies weathered far too many times.

Others just see the gleam of blue crystal, the color I had long ago when worries were alien to my small mind.

Now my iris, pattern of blue flames, rages on in an attempt to fight the battles life throws it's way.

Always burning bright in despair, rage, or joy.

My fire is marked in my eyes and will never leave me.