You Are Mine

I walk the halls a cape billowing behind, forward as an arrow would move, towards its target with little affect of things beside or behind it. She has eyes of fear, the brown inside hiding behind tears.

I see your iris and am enveloped into it, seeing into your soul which speaks unrelenting into my ears, a binding pact of womenly must, to trust not the eventuality of a moment past, but seek instead the right of mastering your future. You are mine.