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.