His eyes, a sapphire blue.
Her eyes, an emerald green.
He remains forever tormented by the wicked that he's seen.
His skin, a pale white.
Her skin a lighter brown.
He crushed her heart once but his guilt could not be found.
Oceans seperate them, their days and night reversed.
He never found away to apologize though every night he had rehearsed.
Lo they never met in person, never looked into each other's eyes.
His soul purpose from this day forth was to be less of what she despised.
But that could never happen, the damage dealt has already been done.
He cannot change the past of the wicked war he somehow won.
So he sits alone in silence, she never whispers a word to his ear.
Even a simple, hateful thing to him would be a pleasure to hear.
His eyes, a sapphire blue.
her eyes, an emerald green.
he remains forever tormented by the wicked he has been.
©jarnmarr
J