gods gift to control ones mind with words
intense intellect and conversation to capture
ones thought, for my poetic mind is pure power
my eyes stare with strength yet silent, for I need not
my tongue's sword to create speech. look in my eyes
and become trapped in my wilderness as you run
through my minds forest scared with no exit in sight
to my readers your eyes are waters I dive deep into
pulling your emotion and soul to the surface, enslaved
for you fell victim to my poetic seduction and finally
succumb giving in to your demise at the end of my chapter
I am poetry and I maraud for your ears and mind and soul
because your eyes give entrance