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
Paradox 