- The
Mirror
- Curled
lips,
- cruel
passion,
- darkness
of a hundred hells
- is a
radiant jewel
- burning
- in those
eyes.
-
- Black
eyes,
- Evil's
birthplace,
- hatred
for all goodness swells
- in a
swallowing surge
- drowning
- death's
blood tide.
-
- Life's
tide,
- ebb and
flow,
- who'll
claim the final victory knell?
-
- Only the
darkness knows
- waiting
- in those
eyes.
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