Diamond Eyes

A small harp, hands of ivory,

Playing with pleasing pace was she.

He found her once an autumn night

Between the mountains and the sea.

 

She watched him with eyes of diamonds,

Her thoughts were jingling like jewels.

She had no pulse, she had no light

Her touch was harsh but she was bright.

 

And silent winds blew her afar.

She vanished like a falling star,

He sat forever still to wait,

Refused to know it was too late.

 

A cold body, and inert hands,

Her scent was spread across the lands.

He found her on a winter night,

Between the mountains and the sea.

 

She bled red rubies, hard and cold,

Her silent tears of molten gold,

Her whispered words round and golden;

Dying screams of a treasure’s heart.

 

And last of all he asked her name,

The one for which he went insane.

His intrigued eyes met her glazed look.

“Power,” she whispered, “Absolute.”

 

Tormented by her dying breath

He holds her corpse crushed to his chest.

Death found him on a springtime night

Between the mountains and the sea.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!