A thousand eyes walk by as numerous as the night sky
Two more pass by, another two no more
Bewitched by four he was, eyes that could purify
Two eyes he desired but her four eyes strung his core with fire.
The awry twinkle she composed
The music she performs
The petite frame she imposed
The blooming gleam she returns
His honor shortly fell within the greatest depths of hell
For her four eyes coveted for two perhaps, three, or four
His core's fire had failed as his arms felt frail
The portrait he once held is now felt unfair
His failures he compiled but his faith had not transpired
He walked away undeterred with just a token he had inquired
I wanna be tall?
deusmachina.
