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Her Eyes

I search into Her Eyes of Perfect Blue,  
As if Just to gaze at color of No Greater Hue.  
To You and Me,  
To Know at All,  
Is that eyes don't lie for they're windows to the Soul.  
Told i was of Millennia Past,  
of the war for her innocence,  
How Brave,  
Honorably,  
Valiantly her 7 Daemons Shielded her from the Wicked Angels  
Moiling to Rape her of her Essence.  
Told i was of how I'm Beloved the Last of her 7,  
How All my Brethren have Fallen in Battle Before us.  
The Blood that Drenches me and is Fully Mistaken for Holy,  
The Filthy Lies Sprouting Forth from Wretched Lips Mistaken for Truth,  
Enrage and fill me with Supreme Fury!
Bite my Tongue and Spite my Fear, You Linger in my Heart.
By The Artist's Token of War Clenched in my Fist, I Will Protect Her and Guide Her Home!!!  
Because i see it in Her Eyes.

 
 
 
(Daemon-A Mischievous and Protective Entity or Being) (Moiling-Trying Hardest) ("Token of War"-Weapon of Any Kind)
Written by The_Last_Viking (Joshua Aaron Park)
Published | Edited 26th Feb 2015
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