He was known as the watcher,
of misdeeds and strife
his shadow swathed eyes saw all.
Draped in his darkness, and sunk in his view,
as wraiths of unsettling infest.
The death card of Aces--
the Spade--
In his hands,
The malice of stars in his eyes.
The moon at his back
and life in his arms,
wand'ring towards his demise.
Her calling was angel,
and duty, her life--
her keen, honed senses knew all.
Ringed in eternity and
caressed in their tears:
Stirring in her soul; unrest.
The Ace thats most potent--
the Heart--
in her hands.
the Grace of Ages
in her eyes.
future to her back
and chance in her arms,
she dances with destiny's cries.
Any specific mental images that enter your head when you read this?
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mental images... hmmm. a beautiful dark haired cloaked woman with knowing eyes.. a desperate fevered looking, red-eyed intense man? youve gotten better at writing.. whats with the aces? just cause they are the highest and lowest?
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