Lilac eyes... the eyes of an enemy
Voice dripping with poisonous taunt
She whispers mocking, seductively
With images of death his mind she haunts
Lilac eyes... the eyes of a slave
A chance to slay, to avenge a death
He stays his hand, by pity she is saved
She strips him near naked, leaving only his breath
Lilac eyes... the eyes of a fugitive
One pursued by demons, her plight he cannot ignore
The others will find it hard to forgive
Is it pity only or is it... something more
Lilac eyes... the eyes of a desperate ally
She looks at him, he sees her desire
'I am elf, she of Drow blood; how could I?
My soul would surely burn with fire'
Lilac eyes... the eyes that shed tears
Tears that overcome him without a fight
His heart is shaken, though he holds another dear
Torn he is now, as he sees her in a new light
Lilac eyes... the eyes that at last see hope
He whispers the words that once were unthinkable
In the place where they first met as foes
For a while theirs is joy impossible
Lilac eyes... the eyes that dance
As she frolicks in the forest with him like an elf
He hopes as well, perhaps there's a chance
If a price is required he will risk himself
Lilac eyes... the eyes of utter despair
With senseless death, from the living he departs
No one knows what they had dared
No one sees what dies in her heart
Lilac eyes... the eyes of a killer renewed
Descending further back to darkness
In hatred and rage she like a puppet is used
As she destroys his memory in her madness
Lilac eyes... the eyes of a monster
Hated and dreaded now, by even former allies
She yields herself to her new master
And with love and memory sunders all ties
Lilac eyes. Wide with shock and disbelief
As she sees what she once let go in sadness
But much has changed, and soon the relief
Gives way to horror, rage and madness
Lilac eyes. Now cold with death
Of the tale of these eyes, we come to the last page
Eyes cold as her heart when she silently left
Yet he laments in the midst of the betrayal and rage
Lilac eyes
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Thankth Jooth. And everyone elth too.
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Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt