A window to the soul

I look in those eyes

A gentle stream

A raging river

A gray abyss


So fascinating

Those eyes follow me

Blue turns to gray

The look of pure hate


Intelligence abounds

Not in this moment

Eyes of a wolf

Caged and angry


I want to understand

To see the gentle stream

In that reflection

I glimpse in her eye


Those eyes are not for me

Only rage and abyss

If looks could kill

Medusa reflected


I cannot avert my gaze

Those eyes can never touch me

Fear wells up within me

Yet those eyes house no fear


Never in agreement

Never at peace

The mirror tells

A foreboding Tale

A window to the soul

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