Gareth

Gray Eyes

Quiet over steel, gray eyes focus

from his soul out into a light

murky with the smoke that night

mists from the evening's hocus-pocus.

Useless to resist the power of his eyes

when they fix you with a stare

meant to kill, then eat, over glare

from iris glinting off the starry skies.

No message from the touch of quiet paws

as he firms, intent for a strike

lightning-swift, jagged, nothing like

the velvet rationale of laws.

Once you're meshed between his teeth,

accept new life his way through his flesh,

turgid, understood he's master, the guess

of "no" absorbed to "yes" above, beneath.