User blog:AventurineSun/Here's a poem I wrote, I dunno, I like to write.

Her eyes were like a flickering torch in the night, beautiful and ominous, but they'd be extinguished come morning, I wept for that fleeting beauty, It was something truly rare and precious, fitting then that they'd ignite a slumbering soul somewhere in the belly of a fumbling, foolish girl; I saw the promise in those eyes... then they closed, cold and lifeless like the hanging evening fog they illuminated and the slumbering soul that stirred, perhaps only for a moment, maybe two, slumbered once more as the flame died out, taking its promise with it. ~Cancer girl, AventurineSun