The Name of the Shade

There is a word for that color That one That one fixed perfectly snugly Between blue and green That shade the ocean turns When it is cold And foggy And seals appear to be something other Something half human And half sentient guardian. That shade That one That you sometimes see on peacock tails And taste in fairy tales Like lime and ether In Shadow Lands Shadow Lands Lands you know how to get to But can never find on any map. There is a word for that shade. There is a name for her The one that was never born At least not out loud The one that wears her robes like mummy dust That saves her soul through blood lust That one That one that knows how many stars It will ultimately take To buy a brand new moon.