Les Yeux Sans Visage
I cast my sheets aside,
twist my body in the dark,
and beyond the window ledge,
looming eyes watch over me.
Green and burning - fiendish?
I know not,
though they seem too great
to be human,
and all else fades away.
Pitch black, yet, still, there is the moon.
I strain my eyes to see,
but not even the glimmer of form.
Just two eyes
suspended near in space.
So close I freeze in terror,
yet I know not why I fear.
For surely they can only see me.
What horror, then, is that?
If those eyes had a voice,
their whisper would seem a shout
to me.
Their motive will always be lost;
but to be watched - ah!
Fear, and desire, and ... purpose
25 August 2019
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2019
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