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.