Ice Eyes

It’s all about the eyes,
Those piercing blue orbs.
They see everything and nothing,
Sometimes more than you’d
Care for, they thaw a little
With a passionate gaze.
Yet when full of sorrow
Or hate never has such cold
Been seen, frozen solid
To the very pupil.

These eyes were made to
Search souls, to see into the
Darkest aspects of beings.
Never has there been such a
Process of seeing that is so icy.

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