I stared into his eyes for hours. I would imagine them Changing from the dreary gray they were, into the deep green that were her eyes. He stared and questioned me, “Why is it that you stare into my eyes the way you do?”
Marbled walls of tainted crimson, Stared with my weary eyes; Trapped in this empty prison, Drowning in my own demise. Ambered orbs of unknown raven, Twinkling in the dark night sky; Perched ‘pon weathered roof of tavern; Blackened beak let out a cry.
Looking at him I saw not a man but a beast. A beast of immeasurable power. Looking at me, past my eyes and in to my soul, I shuddered. Feeling the intrusion of my mind: My thoughts, fears, and desires. Close to the point of panic, I backed away, eyes locked on the dark orbs… Continue reading Decieved