The Picture On The Parlor Wall

There by the window is a huge portrait It is quite whimsical yet dark despite sunshine The eyes seem to follow you when you walk by And it is rumored the woman was blind But she had a sixth sense telling fortunes And it is as if her portrait still reads you I feel her soul seeping in the photo like an old tea bag Such a handsome woman who had no glasses Her eyes seem to always see despite the blank stare Beneath the fluff of eyebrows peering below her huge hat Her dress was colorful once now faded by time She was known to be kind but eccentric but A bit rebellious for a woman of her day Each time I look at the eyes I feel a strange sensation Like she is not finish telling fortunes Was she greeted by the death angel upon her end Or did she rebel and descend to hell Perhaps we find out when it is our time.