Thundering and fury

L A M P S
رَجَب
rajab
غَرْناطة / gharnatah

" When the lamps go out .... I'm still thinking of your eyes.
In the haunted quietness of the camp the candles fail to burn as fiercely as your eyes. The ocean of your eyes keep drowning me in their depths, darkness envelopes me in its arms lovingly when the memories of those eyes resurface. They leave me helpless and restless. During the chores of the day, for a moment I get stunned by them appearing in the thin air out of nowhere.
Is it possible to look into those eyes once and not become mad for them? Your eyes.... it should be a crime to have eyes like those."

Come along on a journey of revenge, power, war and most of all, love.