once, in times of our youth, when things were brighter and hopes not bleak

your eyes were my abode of peace, where i could stare all day long without regret

now when i am all gone, a tomb over earth

i watch your eyes getting veiled by a darkness mortal

perspective plunged into a onyx castle from where there's no escape

i wonder, are you still the same?

the eyes are the windows to one's soul, the gate to the thrumming core

now masked by rage, revenge and rancour

soon to be blinded by the clutches of an early death

and the father of the greatest empire shall descend into duat.

this a 111 word poem, thus very special