Presence
There is something about Him.
Maybe it’s His eyes; those endless deep pools
that hold the secrets of His past and
the lurking darkness of His future.
He is different.
He never laughs. But he does smile.
The corners of his lips curl up
into a slight, barely noticeable tilt.
He likes to read autobiographies.
Something to do with reality and
liking how people think in different ways.
He enjoys the dark.
Pitch black,
no light to guide,
simply the dark.
Infinite destruction is brought upon those who gaze into His soulless eyes.
Who is He?
I really loved this. I especially liked how you used capitalisation for the pronouns so his name is almost synonymous with his gender. Was there a reason why you did this?
Love this! Very perceptive