Glare.

Be satisfied when you, by chance,

Get a glimpse of where I reside

Shield you eyes, from my glare,

For it will, without a doubt,

Leave you blind

Eternally i’ll burn and grind

Materializing the dark intentions

Of anything and anyone that

Enters my gaze

Through that dark form.

 – Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: RobinHedberg

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