Eyes Tell Stories
Eyes Tell Stories
The werewolf stands there,
The only thing it does is stare.
A monster there in its eyes,
It stalks closer through the brush,
The wildlife around becomes hushed.
A night reflected in its eyes.
You hear a harsh growl echo,
The fangs of the werewolf show.
The menace increases in its eyes.
I turn my back from the danger,
Then appears a mysterious stranger.
Sadness is seen in his eyes.
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