Ruby-red eyes,
Frank and cheerful,
Never Lying,
Honest and Clean,
Those Ruby Eyes bore into Mine
Gods, what could she mean?
Ruby-red eyes,
So full of life,
Always Sparkling,
Pure and Bright,
Those Ruby Eyes turn from Mine,
And stare into the night.
Ruby-red eyes,
Angry and dark,
Never Crying,
Dull and Pained,
Those Ruby Eyes tremble with Tears,
Attempting not to cry; in vain.
Ruby-red eyes,
Frozen and quiet,
Now Dying,
Shattered and Silent,
Those Ruby Eyes stare at my Own,
And reflect them flawlessly.
Dark deep lashes,
Wet and unmoving,
Always Cold,
Dead and Forlorn,
Those dark lashes flicker into View,
And I know that she is gone.
Okay, that's sad. I wrote that when I was supposed to be paying attention in English. After writing this, I was sad to realize how many poems deal with Lina's death. I hate being a cliche. As for who is saying this, I'm not sure, thought it's probably Zel, knowing my Lina/Zel bias... Well, ciao mein!!!