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YOUR EYES

Your eyes, reminiscent of the calm

Ere the onset of a summer squall;

Windows to bleak moors, where the howling wind

Promises endless requiems for my soul.

 Your eyes, a heathen in the valley,

Where dark phantoms prowl;

Ever and anon they beckon to my imminent death,

In a voice entirely unearthly, now that I recall.

 Your eyes cast a glance, a mortal slash,

Darting from my temple to the sole;

Oh the crucifixion! Oh the sting!

To the frail heart of mine, they take a toll.

Your eyes, a singed wide open book,

An account of unspeakable malady,

That defies to melt the leaden mortal heart

Of even the most debased and ornery.

 Your eyes, hearths of eternal inferno,

A perdition for my soul depraved;

I’ll relinquish all, for the hearthstone

Is my haven, a bed I long craved.

 Your eyes, a foggy somber everglade

Where, dreary shadows of trees deceased

Scheme and conspire with the mire:

As I wail my lungs out, on my soul will they feast.