Sight Pt2

Sight Pt2 Of this gift I do now tell but not of duress or strife Ebony did show the world and brought it to the light. As Ebony lay there dying uttering words of writ I see the knife that caused such strife red smeared on all of it. Words cannot entail all that did go on "I bleed so that you may see" uttered softly as a song Colour took purchase on the world however all I could endure was to take one last look into those eyes until they shut once more. The sight of Ebonys' blood had brought our oppressor to his knees "O' why could I not see past my vaunted views please save Ebony!" His request I could not appease for Ebony had meet a final hour I turn and shake my head The man did cry and shout and cower I then turn to the man colour bursting in my stare I saw the man for what he was A father stripped most bare. I cannot judge this man for he has lost his progeny nor could I condemn for a hand this tragedy I looked upon this man sullen with his ilk and resolved to tell that there is still help. I shared with him my gift of which I hold most dear To a hollow and a broken man filled with hate and fear. He resisted at first like men are taught to do but soon his gaze widened with reds and greens and blues. "O' I have been so wrong' he bellows fixing me with his stare his gaze pieced my eyes filled with both hope and despair. He had been so wrong but it's what he was taught to do a sullen man repents his crimes he has nothing left to lose. I sit here now on the grave of hope spilling soul to pen recounting the damage caused by the vaunted views of men I see now in colour, not grey or blacks or white. It only took real love to truly show me sight but now life is quite sad, but that I can endure. for I will carry my gift, from now to evermore.