Knowing Ancient Eyes,
you know nothing.
Your blue holds
emptiness.
Your smile seems to
have subtle shades of emotion
But in reality
You are unfeeling.
Cheerful, Blessed
Healer, your hair holds the light of a flame
Dancing in happiness.
It seems to reflect
your character
But in reality
You are cold.
Smiling Ancient Angel,
you cry inside.
The smile never reaches
your Ancient Eyes.
Outwardly laughing and
light
But in reality
You are a smooth
statue.
No knowledge.
No happiness.
No emotion.
Empty sacrifice.
Devious cruelty.
Endless hate is all I
see inside
Your Knowing Ancient
Eyes.
