Blue horizon

Your eyes were like the blue of the mid-morning horizon.

But now, your veins are as cold as a winter night alone under a tree.

Black clouds to match your black heart.

Red flames flare for the evil secretly hidden beyond your eyes, calling out to be set free, to show what wickedness you really have.

Before the blue horizon, you showed your weakness before your strength.

i know its not the best but this poem was my first. thank you for reading it.