Piercing Emerald Eyes Poem by Vasto Grom

She stares through me as if I were made of glass. Those green eyes pierce through my armor to gaze upon the secrets that I keep deep inside of my heart. She slowly takes my hand and smiles her sweet smile, but those emerald eyes never turn away from me. Those eyes have such power I honestly find myself humbled and frightened by them. I feel as if she could see even the most well hidden secret of the most well trained actor and liar the world has to offer her. And yet she smiles even those she can see what I truly am underneath my masterly well crafted web of lies. Her gaze burns like green flame and turns my web to nothing more than ashes on the floor. I feel safe as long as I stare into those glistening emeralds. I tell her everything because she already can see it all. She is not surprised by what I tell her and I find myself knowing she wouldn't be. With her eyes that could pierce even the thickest of defences how could she not see the demon living inside of the shell of a man?