Your EyesPosted: November 7, 2007
They spoke malevolence–darker red and darkly glowing–eyes that sparked of anger moved to hate. And as they spoke I realized worse than old fears from force. The bright point days that danced had passed long ago–(those days were the best days)–and now–imperceptibly passed from dull to black and darker still–and now–they spoke of the ending of things; the destruction inevitable, the final cracking of earth, raining fire–the final failure of trust that began the end. I saw them as if for the first time, now with truth–and nothing more could be done to turn them back.