black eyes

and run them down her face

a terrace sewn in lace

like drops of misty morn

in coldness which were born

to tell a tale of woe

you wouldn’t wish to know

reside there in your peace

where all the world could cease

no sound or sight to fold

or mystery untold

take heart in unknown grief

no gift from wordsmith thief

why would thee angst acquire

ignite a hell of fire

for she but future might

or never set alight

so steer away from here

keep well away from fear

explorer, curse thy mind

for prying is its kind

with coming close to meet

is your unknown defeat

she reaches for your save

concealing there a grave

and then to see her smile

simultaneously taste her wile

for one kiss to ecstasy

can never more be free

the blade it enters swift

black eyes, these are your gift

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