Moonlit eyes,
Looking,
Uselessly,
Helplessly scanning for a diamond in a world of black.
They won't give up though,
Because they know,
Though they may not find a diamond,
They will have found the ruby of dying trying,
Trying to see good,
See love,
See life,
In a world filled of death.
Cold, cruel death.
Then the eyes start to flicker shut,
For they begin to feel a ruby is good enough for them.
But then the eyes blink,
Widen,
And blink again,
Reach in to the darkness,
And pull out a diamond,
A beautiful diamond,
And the world is filled with light and joy.
Then the eyes sigh and close forever more,
Knowing they have found a diamond,
The treasure of good in the world.

-C.G.