| Written: NOV 6, 2003 |
Is there one thing as horrible to behold,
As that terror in your eyes seeing what I see?
What these long delicate hands can wreak;
Twins, mirrored masseuses in that of themselves,
But put some blades in their hungry grasp.
Ah, then the step less dance begins,
A display of prowess akin to steel quicklings,
Running through the airs with finality.
Awakening the rainbow otherwise unseen here,
A myriad of colors painting emotions as vividly,
As the keen swords paint all with your life.
Life, awe, curiosity, respect, jealously, anger, terror, & Death;
All these I show in most whom cross me.
