The Eyes of Death
How cold are the eyes of death
Pale orbs in the dark of night
Hidden there with bated breath
Forever to rob our sight
No bias or emotion
Without concern for our fates
No hatred or devotion
So remorseless he awaits
With no heart or soul inside
Even Kings and Queens have fallen
There's nowhere to run or hide
When the eyes of death comes callin'
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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