For these eyes of mine
Will tell the unfold of fate;
Of brown eyes who do care for all
And bear the world upon their back
And blue eyes born to lead
Green eyes, like wizard cloaks
Meticulously plan.
Their gold-eyed sisters, as the
Gods have sent seek out all
Worldly truths.
Though it is with Violet eyes
A mother cries
For the two faces of a blood-red child.
For eyes may mix and shift in life
And change in observing the dead
Forever one truth holds true;
To Silver go the spoils
And to Silver go the pain.
As Silver are the warriors
Who ignore the King's Domain.
