So old foes are awakeThey are the eyes on each other
Venus watches Mars ...
Mars gazed on that which was left
But ... is it what it seems?
Because ... numbers are confused
Perhaps words are hidden
Sent by the watcher
Beamed from the sky
The door is open
So those eyes can see
and perhaps understand?
Through the mist all is obscure
but once the mist clears
How will Venus be recognised?
Because her hidden countenance is realised
But ... what lies behind her mask?
-- Matthew James --
