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A bandit's eyes
nanowrimo 2010
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A Bandit's Eyes

Black hair as glossy as a raven's wing,
two flashing bandit eyes that watch
from above a bow by Cupid envied - strawberry red
and I feel the stress of her regard.

Her eyes so black and bright, at once
do freeze my skin and burn my heart
as, pierced, her gaze enthralls and kills,
and I feel the stress of her regard.

Watcher from dreams and passing shadow
I've know her from my first awakening
when women touched my soul
and I feel the stress of her regard.

She's a single silken gown drawn like a shroud
across my heart to give me that single model
against which all must be measured,
and I feel the stress of her regard.

I've known her every mannerism
that breathless laugh and the toss of hair
since first i woke from dreams of women
and I feel the stress of her regard.

As my battles long and futile -
draw at last to their insignificant close,
she laughs behind her hand an looks
and I feel the stress of her regard.

As I go from the world she sadly looks
upon my ruin and sadly shakes her rueful locks
to say as I leave "It was all for naught"
and I feel the stress of her regard.

And the world in which I find myself
passed hence to a plane of disregard
is the house of her spirit and from within
I no longer feel the stress of her regard.


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I really love that. Excellent.

I"m glad you liked it. Thank you.

I never expected you to notice this and find myself extraordinarily flattered by your appbrobation.

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