Shakespearian1

Crystals reflect in my eyes. 
The color is so clear, so sharp, 
It's like light blaring in my eyes:
My eyes begin to cry.
No dye,
And the reflection, 
It tells no lies. 

In the transparent crystals, 
I see the misty black. 
My horns
My raven wings
My feathery dress;
It's all black. 

But I have a heart;
My lips are red as blood 
In the mist of the crystals.

But some bubbling liquid, 
Something that makes a fizzing sound 
Makes every color fainter. 
It's faint version of the hue 
Of my lips. 
Engulfing the crystal. 
Little bubbles, 
Little round crystals
For the cylindrical 
Glass. 

My soul,
My colorful yellow-green eyes
Are what reflect. 
They're all that's left.