The Hidden Face

Dedication: Little Devil
Inspiration: Backgammon/Checkers pieces, Origon talking about the gaming industry, The Face by Dean Koontz (book)


His eyes shone like blobs of quicksilver, only they were green at the moment,
Scintillating under the mesmerizing effect of his words,
They peered through the souls as if
Deciphering eerie worlds.

Looming in wilderness was his smirking cockiness,
Murdering every expression, with skilful art,
The frisky curled corners of his lips
Stabbed and pulled every heart apart.

Wisps of cold, laboured breath
Separated reality from illusion,
Discoloured lips uttered phrases
That drove sanity into delusion.

With raised eyebrows and brow furrowed,
He brought his reddened ear closer,
Deafened by the equal music,
He battled the undefined poser.

Away from the crowds, detached from the din,
He assembled decades of rotting time,
That one magical moment made him smile,
And then in a flash, everything was grim.

A heart that had shunned out people,
A memory that had shut out events,
That crazed mind of his,
Lived in painless torment.

He knew the answers, but was searching for questions,
He found the ends, but was looking for beginnings,
Letting go, he let the future fade away,
The past however, continued to cling.

Pale terror turned blue,
While horror was embraced,
Reflected in the mirror of eternity,
He finally saw the face.


-Purti Awal
Copyright © 2004 Purti Awal