J. I. Thomas F. Poet Free verse

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

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Michael Whatley August 28, 2019 at 8:45 AM You set the scene really well Thomas, I could see the captivating and unsettling eyes! J. I. Thomas F. August 28, 2019 at 8:20 PM Thank you!