Staring at me are cold black eyes,
That always spin a web of lies,
Piercing at me like a raven's,
Secretly in search of a haven.
Where the darkness consumes,
Light and Life does not bloom,
Then why is it you stand there in fear,
Is it because no one else cared?
You need not be afraid of me,
Take my hand and you'll see,
We'll cross over rivers, hills and mountains,
And we shall drink and bathe in the golden fountains,
You and I will journey long and far,
And our names shall be written in the stars,
So dear stranger you need not be afraid of me,
Take my hand and you shall see.
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My Poetry Collection
Poetry'And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.' ~ William Shakespeare
