Possessed Eyes

19 Nov

She took a step,

walked into darkness.
An evening gown flowing
flawless, each step closer.
The glass in hand, dropped.
Crashing. Motionless. Dripping wine.
In free fall, a life worth saving.
Those eyes…possessed.
Looking into them.
Black as a ravens back.
The darkness playing tricks.
A smile or perhaps better,
a frown, anger and happiness spreading.
Dark and light clashing.
Only one winner.
Those eye, the judges.
Hell bent on dark
And so it was.
The glass back in hand,
gravity and sense immaterial.
Knew her well but never did.
Takes a sip. Drowned in red.
Those eyes, possessed by an ancient charm.
Sinking into darkness what does no harm.

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