Eyes which do not see evil

Amidst the mien of subdued bitterness

two lighthouses lie,

engrossed in the perpetuity of darkness

where all that is mundane die.

A maroon, a stranger

from an existence of ennui,

surviviving through lofty clairvoyance,

in the luxury of  covert sagacity.

piercing with it’s lance,

through uncertainty with ferocity.

Though vanity seduces

their colour remains green,

jealousy is subdued

under the stoic grin.

Author's Note

in the midst of those who claim to see
i choose to remain blind