Eyes of the Abyss

In the depths of shadow, where light dares not tread, A gaze emerges, piercing, bold, and unafraid. A soul's reflection, raw and untamed, it speaks, Of secrets hidden, truths that time cannot break. The canvas whispers, a silent symphony, Of textures that tell tales of mystery. Each wrinkle, a story, each line, a path, Through the labyrinth of the human heart. The eyes, the windows to the soul's profound, Hold the weight of worlds, both lost and found. They beckon us closer, to see and to feel, The depth of emotion, the power to heal. This is not just a face, but a mirror of life, A testament to the strength that defies strife. In its gaze, we find ourselves, reflected, raw, A reminder that we are more than we saw. So let the eyes guide you, through shadows and light, To the places where courage and truth take flight. For in their depths, we discover anew, The power to rise, the strength to pursue. Eyes of the abyss, they hold the key, To unlock the potential that lies within me.