New Eyes
I stand upon a Cliffside,
Watching the hard white waves stride.
When I hear someone call me from my side;
I turn and meet a glare with their sunset eyes.
They cast my gaze to a valley side,
I see two suns rise,
And a new world unfolds before my eyes;
Like a child showing their work with pride.
I walk through a narrow alley,
For I am no longer near that valley.
When I hear a people rally,
And soldiers marching from their galley;
I rush to see a riot and the soldier holding like a lally.
I tear out my blackened teeth, all the while shouting “This is my finale!”
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