New Eyes

I stand upon a Cliffside,

Watching the hard white waves stride.

When I hear someone call me from my side;

I turn and meet a glare with their sunset eyes.

They cast my gaze to a valley side,

I see two suns rise,

And a new world unfolds before my eyes;

Like a child showing their work with pride.

 

I walk through a narrow alley,

For I am no longer near that valley.

When I hear a people rally,

And soldiers marching from their galley;

I rush to see a riot and the soldier holding like a lally.

I tear out my blackened teeth, all the while shouting “This is my finale!”

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