Luminous golden with dots of blackness
blackness or wickedness
who is to say.
Black so black and sharp so sharp
a chill runs down the spine
Nine seconds have passed
cat eyes hasn’t blinked
ears twitched and tail wiggled
dear o dear a spell has been cast.
The Satan has won once again
captive in those cat eyes
is the Soul.
The soul, the heart, the life, the light
are silent and dark and empty like the centre of the cyclone.
Emptiness beckons once again
searching for the Soul.
Looked hither and looked thither
the Soul wasn’t no-where.
Nine seconds have passed
nine years have gone by
nine lives have been breathed
Cat eyes hasn’t blinked
Blink o blink
close those deep black eyes
Thy Soul is there
just right there.
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