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
