A/N: Less refined-sounding than I normally like, but I think this works well for Seishirou.
Written for livejournal's 31_days challenge, [08 Jan 2013] prompt: "he traded one eye for wisdom and the other for hope." That prompt just screamed Seishiriou :)
Two Eyes
The window to the soul
or so they said
such orbs – glistening like a mirror's face – to be
yet they forgot…or perhaps ignored
the lie within each curve, each slice
of glass
slipping
like soil into the ridges
of the palm that spells destiny upon its flat
thus that lines became more prominent:
impossible to ignore yet so easy to misread
with skeletal lines pulling
away from the truth and towards
a lie.
Two brown eyes stare from a window seat
appearing warm
yet coated with a heavy grease underneath
but still I give one up to blood
and an admittedly weakened heart
perhaps to bet against himself
again
or to hope beyond the restriction of hope –
for his eye, wounded and killed, spoke his loss
but it was the other eye that was blind
for he did not see it
and thus murdered hope.
A cat's age came and went,
and he faced his soul again:
a tender thing he thought he had long since buried behind…
but somebody had been about the garden
digging about
and he was older now…
The crystal of truth became whole with his other eye.