And the Green Eyes Stared...

His evil eyes followed her,
as she sang and played in the field
darkness shrouded him,
he prided himself on being her nemesis
Alas, she was only a child,
still growing, innocent,
Blissfully unaware of the evil predator
Watching, waiting, growing.
He grew, he was but a child too,
Yet the evil burning in his eyes,
Was ancient and green in hue.
where beauty and purity,
enraged , blind fury nourished .
He grew, watching waiting.
She weakned as he stole her breath,
Opportune evil, he saw a chance,
And pounced on her.
Intending to slash her limb from limb,
wanting to destroy her.
Suddenly in a flash of light,
encompassing the darkness,
An old man crept up to him,
And whispered in his ear;
'Listen to me, leave this child,
leave her now! Your fight is with me!'
The Old man and the predator grew,
A battle then ensued.
The old wise one, trust was his name,
Beat the hideous emerald eyed beast,
And sent him away.
He held his child, his beautiful child,
Love was her name.
She was older now and more wise,
Still innocent but not carefree,
Aware now of the evil incarnated
in the flaming green- eyed predator.
Those evil green eyes still burn with rage,
As they linger on the children,
Innocent playing in the meadow.
Alas, But he is wary now,
Because the father broods over his children,
Willing to battle, the green eyed foe,
Sending him back to his lair.

Nandi
10-20-01