The Eyes In the Dark
In the dead of night, when most would sleep,
A pair of eyes through darkness creep.
They fix on you, unblinking, bright,
Twin coals that drink the hollow night.
They do not stir, they make no sound,
Their silence chills the trembling ground.
Yet in that void, a breath takes form.
A whisper, wet, and barely warm.
It drinks your scent, slow and deep,
It stirs the dark where horrors sleep.
For in its watchful gaze, the truth is clear.
You are the feast, it’s drawing near.
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