• In i go
    Throught the woods
    To the meadow
    By my lake.
    Staring down
    Reflecting back
    Never looking around.
    Eyes appear behind me
    Both glowing brightly
    Without the moon.
    The right is red
    Full of need
    The left is green
    Pleading for me to run
    But still i sit
    Looking into my lake
    They help me stand
    Holding me ever so gentle
    I tilt my head
    As if curious
    But already knowing my fate
    The eyes are hidden from the lake.
    They appear once more placeing me softly back i my spot.
    The right eye green
    Filled with guilt
    The left red
    Full of victory
    I smile shineing bright
    A tear at thier eye
    They leave
    Out of view of my lake
    The lake where i die.