Worried Eyes

I caught the reflection of a ghost today

an apparition so terribly real

darkness and firelight took solace in the night

hiding a truth where its so hard to steal

a window to the souls core

where doubts and demons play

a portal...

to Pandora's box

I looked to the future

peeked past childish lies

to see the truth

but the truth was lost

Worried Eyes

Worried Eyes

No Reflection

In Worried Eyes

marching in columns of three by three

the toy soldiers were off to war

and the ethereal light of the passage way out

shone only lies and nothing more

shaping reality into that device

the ghost moaned with the ire

And three by three they marched to the conflict

three by three they extinguished the fire