Emotion's Master

Dark eyes cast their glance upon me once more,
Midnight diamonds waiting patiently
Carved deep within a serpent’s plotting skull
They are daggers in their silent keep,
Quietly slashing at guilt and wounded pride
A thin, gulling grin, flashing white teeth
Fangs of a cobra, filled with venom
Which drips and spills with every word
His small nose is a symbol of hatred
A hawk’s beak pointed hungrily at its prey
Fingers are long claws, stretched impatiently
Curved, angry talons of a caged eagle
Eagerly slashing at the nearest being
His tongue is the worst, forming words
A ribbon silk, gently crafting evil phrases
Redder than the color of fallen leaves
It’s crimson beauty surpassed only by passion
The passion to control and enslave others
In his mind he is no longer emotion’s slave
This dark and malicious being has surpassed all
To become the master