This is the story of a man who is like no other

A man that everyone knew and despised

All recognized him for his appearance, all knew him for his deeds

But I knew him, specifically, for his eyes

They were alluring, yet lethal

None would dare look into them

They were the eyes of a leader who once sought peace and prosperity for his people

And he saw that of two beautiful colors

He saw rich fields of green and pure waters of blue

He desired them

This man did everything he could to obtain that which he needed

But then, he beheld the relic of gold and lost sight of his first love: his people

By obtaining that relic, he grew blind to the consequences of his heart's new desires

Eventually, he saw countless lives and deaths of his own

Now, all he sees is red

Red from the flames that burned the green fields he once desired

Red from the fury he grew blind to

Red from the blood that shed from those he tormented

Red from the fire in his soul that would never extinguish

Every time he looked at the back of his hand,

He was constantly reminded of where he came from and where he stands to this day

I, amongst all, would feel pity for this man

I would understand his pain and suffering,

And I would know his story better than anyone else

Because, in truth, his eyes are mine