Looking with dark eyes, this world’s anger
With fierce intensity, creating this dreadful look
Sneaking into action as a hungry tiger
Change the locks because of this crook.

The same dark eyes, roaming through the night
With the raven at his side, helpful fear
Unconscious regard of the grave digger’s fright
In my sleep, provoking a whisper in my ear.

People say: “The eyes are the window of the soul”
But for dark eyes, the black is too full
To let the light pass through the crushed coal.

Let the eyes open up for other’s observation
But still keep the dark eyes in the pool
Yet only use them with complete discretion.