Hey all! Thanks for reading and reviewing (hint, hint!). Here is my Elphaba poem that I have had written since April, and have been too lazy to put up! This is the last in this series. I hope to write another Wicked fic (seeing Wicked in October-hope inspiration will strike!), a Gilmore Girls, and a Star Wars, as I am a 'lurker' in all of these catagories! Feel free to let loose plot bunnies on me or volunteer to be a beta (God knowsI need one!), the email's in the profile.

A/N 2- Best 'o' luck to Norbert in the Tony's! Now, on with the poem.

Elphaba

Green.

Emerald.

Verdigris.

My coloring is so.

Isn't that what made me Wicked?

I say no.

What made me Wicked

was me.

It was a choice, you see

made when I defied gravity.

What wasn't my choice, you know

is that I was treated so

inferiorly.

I found someone to love me,

who sees me not green

but an above average Ozian.

He restored my faith in men.

That, too, was taken away.

Although it's been years, it seems like yesterday.

Them, I cannot forgive.

They ceased my love to live

A life of one scarecrow

Must watch the corn being hoed.

Revenge sounds sweet!

The only question is who shall meet

the same fate of my dear,

except they won't see another year.

I have waitedlong enough!

I can no longer endure and be tough.

No, now they must feel

the painfulness of my ordeal.

I'm sure it,they wish they hadn't done

But it's too late to run!

Face what you have gotten into!

You killed my love with the diamonds of blue.

Now death awaits you, too.