"A Watchful Eye"A Poem by LunaSomething a little...darker.
Quiet.
Quietly as a breath
it comes.
Spiraling, descending,
spreading through these
clean airwaves,
until it isn't quite so clean
anymore.
Quietly as the wind produced
from the blink of eyelashes
it comes, down, down, down
'till it rests on everything.
It comes like the phantom
trail a snake's skin makes,
and although the eyes do not
perceive it, the mind can feel
it and I do mean feel it, before
it comes.
Quietly it comes.
A secret, a whisper in darkness,
a kiss in the shade from a blade
no one's watching.
It's the plotting, and the plans
the conspiracy and the paranoia,
it's the truth in the destruction
that's coming...
quietly...
It'll make a tomb of this all.
© 2008 LunaReviews
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