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Shattered Windows They say eyes are windows of the soul, And I do not beg to differ, From a child's eyes alone great Mysteries can be told. Where harrowed eyes reveal a deluge of woe, That wrack and lacerate, in a spate of pain, It's owners soul for ever more. Silent whispers run through an enraptured psyche; Impulses through a be-spelled mentality, Bruised only by its purity. Seven deadly sins, it has never known. The devil and his nefarious minions, Have never had a home. A face masked with gentility, Hides a macabre war begun with innocence, Remembered throughout antiquity. The torment of a tortured soul, More anguish than was ever known. In a heart where love and faith once resided alone. Mind's Eye My mind is free Floating as it were Lofting on an invisible breeze Able to go and do what No man has done before Weightless; in a dense dark cloud Its own master and lord Seeing but not seeing Hearing but not hearing Thinking but not understanding Like a traveller able to go Anywhere anytime any place Wait..........Listen.......... A silent stalker Hovering above me invisible And seen only by the mind's eye Understanding forgiving but Relentless merciless and undefinably cruel Wait..........Listen.......... Suddenly I'm entranced Can not draw away My mind is frightened wanting to run and hide Anything to get away But strangely curious and inquisitive about this thing Wait.........Listen......... Suddenly I'm startled turn run frantically Running like the wind something is chasing me I turn to look over my shoulder And I realise I'm running from something I can't see hear or feel But something I know is there Something that is invisible But will never ever give up Morgan Le Fay, 1999
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