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.