The Eye

Its power is enforced by the mind, and with others it can engage in battle

Its colour changes with fury, while adrenaline causes our veins to rattle,

Its shape sharp as well as round a scale passionate of hate and love

Its surface glistens with sorrow composed by the divinity of above,

Its movements echoes our expressions and gives away the game

Its layers are individually unique each one playing its part in the blame

Its position held high and mighty, above others which are equally sincere

Its sense has the furthest reach but never past an idea emotionally unclear.