Eyes

The eyes, the eyes, the eye;

They glint with evil vehemence.

Slivers of sapphire, emerald,rubies ,diamond.

Trophies that the soul catcher collects,

Hung upon the yonder wall.

His own eyes gouged out,

His soul is black and dead like

The blackness of his eyes.

The soul catcher laughs

And pulls a woman's eyes from her head.

The eyes aren't just the windows to the soul, they're the doors too.

Is what the soul catcher said.

Into the hall of the dead,

That young woman's soul will fall.

And her eyes will become merely slivers of amber.

Hung upon that yonder wall.

Reviews

[Surabhi Kaushik]

Nice poem. so much imagery and fine detail.

[DRAGO]

Nice job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sean Cairns]

It's a very interesting concept, I would be interested to know how you came up with eyes being the doors to the soul, because that's just badass! Other than that, great imagery and an interesting read.

[Maddi]

Oh I actually got it from a doctor who episode. One about how weeping angels take over someone by making prolonged eye contact and entering their minds through their eyes.