Nattraven

These treacherous eyes came to abode me, in a manner that no single soul could speak without cowardice; as its lord opened the locks on it’s prison, I watched with trepidation as this creature of the night hid inside it, though, only its eyes were visible. With this same trepidation, I witnessed the dreary eyes staring right into my bright-blue mirrors of the soul; but there was no movement. At first, there was nothing, no movement that the naked eye could behold, but then there was a sudden, swift movement; nothing that my innocence could handle. These dreary eyes still haunt me now, as it did back when I first saw them out of its pris

 Morning Dew Crude like the morning dew, Unyielding and dreaming. At ease like the midday breeze, Bright and full of might. Bliss like the evening mist, Graceful and praiseful.