Now that I finally have the internet again, I present to you limerick number nine! Here's hoping I'm a more consistent limerick writer in the coming year!
And can I own the Labyrinth for the one leap second of this last year? Pretty please?
Eyes
His eyes have come to haunt her dreams
mismatched blue ice in a malicious gleam
no matter where she flees
the eyes always see
and laugh in the face of her screams