Therein lies the beast, he said,
pointing to her heart.
True for him, he saw a form
all mangled, scarred, and dark.
Eyes around him met and shrugged,
a beast not what they saw.
The accused was, instead, a girl -
slim and brown and tall.
The girl was known to most of them,
and the story, they knew well:
A love faded to friendship,
then suddenly gone to hell.
For a month the friendship lasted,
relations still intact,
but for some unknown reason,
he suddenly turned his back.
Now he swears up and down
and all across the state
that this girl is an evil witch
and deserving of their hate.
And he believes in his delusions,
cutting her at every turn.
His friend tries to dissuade him,
for he is also friends with her.
But it seems that all he really sees
is the 'blackness' of her heart,
oblivious to the fact that he
is tearing his friend apart.
Poor boy, he doesn't know
that things seen by the eyes
are sometimes nothing more than
reflections of what's inside.

08/18/2001

Posted on 09/20/2002
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