Where are your green eyes, brother of mine?
Where olive-green would drip with light,
now hides behind your shadow lies.
Where are your green eyes, brother of mine?
I see the sun cast shining grace,
upon the void that is your sight,
Should I fear them? Should I cower and run?
Or should I welcome them into our home?
So lonely and void of life.
Where are your green eyes, brother of mine?
Your fear was just like mine,
to be held by the big black, haunting sight.
I'm sorry, brother of mine; I did not mean to flinch,
I'm sorry, brother of mine; I won't judge you in this dark time.
In light less rooms I feel your eyes,
dark and black, they are piercing into mine.
Where are your green eyes, brother of mine?
I miss the apple green or blade grass tint,
shining light as diamonds glint.
I miss the white surrounding them,
like lunar light upon the lake at night.
But most of all I miss your sight,
that held concern for this poor man.
Where are your green eyes, brother of mine?
Abril: Second Supernatural story. Any conclusions readers?
Thanks to for being my beta, I appreciate it a lot :)