Your two eyes of blue
with moons of black,
transform into demons
for all who attempt to slither inside.
Each pretty woman
who takes the chance:
beware as you will transform
into a restless demon,
and bring upon your own demise.
Within these glass covered mirrors
the world inverts;
the lovely admirer's attentions
are only abated,
as the demon comes out to ******
darts and hurt.
Unashamed of his actions,
only to pretend sorrow.
This vile creature awaits silently to attack.
Is it trickery or twist of mind,
why the pretense and courtesies offered,
if in the end the outcome is to waiver then attack.
So I sit and stare into those wonderfully crafted holes.
Where kindness abounds,
and suddenly find peace and happiness there,
unaware of when the demon shall unfold.