A Bandit's Eyes

Blank verse, meter without rhyme.

Black hair as glossy as a raven's wing, 
two flashing bandit eyes that watch
from above a bow by Cupid envied - strawberry red
and I feel the stress of her regard.

Her eyes so black and bright, at once
do freeze my skin and burn my heart
as, pierced, her gaze enthralls and kills,
and I feel the stress of her regard.

Watcher from dreams and passing shadow
I've know her from my first awakening
when women touched my soul
and I feel the stress of her regard.

She's a single silken gown drawn like a shroud
across my heart to give me that single model
against which all must be measured,
and I feel the stress of her regard.

I've known her every mannerism
that breathless laugh and the toss of hair
since first i woke from dreams of women
and I feel the stress of her regard.

As my battles long and futile -
draw at last to their insignificant close,
she laughs behind her hand an looks
and I feel the stress of her regard.

As I go from the world she sadly looks
upon my ruin and softly shakes her rueful locks
to say as I leave "It was all for naught"
and I feel the stress of her regard.

And the world in which I find myself
passed hence to a plane of disregard
is the house of her spirit and from within
I no longer feel the stress of her regard. 

Author's Note

This does not scan properly. It lacks rhymes but should have better meter. I'm working on it.

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[Poeticpiers]

blank verse is normally written in iambic pentameter but never the less this flows smoothly