A favor for a Thing

Black you are,
Black your love.
Gold I am,
Not your type.

My land, like me,
Is not for thee...
But then again,
Neither is it for he.

Your own land
I've seen,
Is black and green...
I shiver at the thought,
Of such a dark, damp place,
but to each her own,
I suppose.

As for the other,
Black be he,
Just like you,
Just like your king.
His heart though,
was hewn from stone,
His mind, like the ficklest flower,
Floating on the breeze.

As for me,
I want you not,
Excepting to keep you safe.
I would not pretend,
To be your demon king.
I would not believe,
That I could give you,
What you seem to love.

So go now, fly now,
Strange black queen...
Back to your lovely blacky-green.
Shift now change now,
fly from my sight.
Only your freedom,
Did I wish to win...

Doitiean blocks Mirage

Jeromo blocks haven of Peace , Isil,

Heart of Gold failed to sneak Mirage:

Black you are, - Mirage is black.
Black your love. - Demon of the Swamp is too.
Gold I am, - Heart of Gold is Gold.
Not your type. - He knows she wouldn't love him.

My land, like me,
Is not for thee... - The Gemdas isn't a home Mirage would like, he knows.
But then again,
Neither is it for he. - But it's also not Demon's type of land.

Your own land - Her home.
I've seen, - Heart of Gold has seen it in passing.
Is black and green... - It's a swamp.
I shiver at the thought, - He doesn't like it.
Of such a dark, damp place, - Again, rather swampy.
but to each her own, - He doesn't like it, but he understands why she would.
I suppose. - Ditto the above.

As for the other, - Doitiean
Black be he, - He's black.
Just like you, - Like Mirage.
Just like your king. - And like Demon.
His heart though,
was hewn from stone, - Heart of Gold thinks he's unfeeling and evil.
His mind, like the ficklest flower, - And slightly crazy, possibly.
Floating on the breeze. - Ditto the above.

As for me,
I want you not, - Heart of Gold doesn't want to keep her against her will.
Excepting to keep you safe. - he just wants to keep her safe.
I would not pretend,
To be your demon king. - He wouldn't try to replace her love.
I would not believe,
That I could give you,
What you seem to love. - He doesn't think he could satisfy her wants.

So go now, fly now,
Strange black queen... - Mirage, to him, seems odd.
Back to your lovely blacky-green. - Again, to her home in the swamp.
Shift now change now,
fly from my sight. - She can camouflage herself, and disappear from sight.
Only your freedom,
Did I wish to win... - He didn't want to keep her in The Gemdas, just save her from Doitiean.