When the crimson rays
Fall in your eyes there
Is a mystery and some
Dark spices
As your eyes can't tell lies
When the darkness course
Through your eyes
They light up your orbs
In sweet delights
As the truth is concealed
In lies
your eyes can't tell
Lies
Tis,not when wrath spears
Tis, not when lies snickers
When it triggers the wrath
Of fire when your eyes
Are dark desires
As when past unsheaths its
Scars your eyes forms truth Of adams ale
With friends long given
To heaven and mamern
With the truth of zillion flies
You're eyes can't tell lies
-this poem is also a part of my other book long lines.