By Nikoli Weir

I see chaos in your longing eyes,

An eternal spark that never dies

From which you sound your godly cries

Which pierce through this veil of lies.

Your eyes, a fire in the dead of night,

A sign that there may still be light,

A fire that burns for all things right

And inspires downtrodden men to fight.

A bottomless abyss of swirling perfection,

Consumed by light and eternal reflection,

To me your joy spreads like an infection,

And conquers my horrid heart of dejection.