The Voice of her Eyes

Her eyes were somber; the smile remained bright.
Some say her eyes were beautiful.
Others say they were invisible.
Masks of colorful personas framed their darkness.

Shields of stained glass concealed the windows to her broken soul.
An angel sang her eyes were luminous, then stripped their luster.
The fire inside them turned to ash.
She hand painted new expressions upon them.

The angel was crowned as the eye of her beholder.
The hollow tunnels were massacred.
God granted luster upon the birth of her soul.
The demons tangled within her yesterdays put her soul to death.
Did her light blind the angel or did he simply dim her light?

The Voice of her Eyes

CynthiaCat

Manchester, United States

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