Eyes of Stone

In midnight's murk, when stars grow dim,

A shadow stirs on haunted whim.

Eyes awake, cold and unkind,

Searching souls they wish to bind.

A rustling sound, a whispered breath—

Close enough to taste of death.

You turn, too late, to meet their gaze,

Locked inside their frozen maze.

Eyes like stone, sharp and still,

They carve your bones against your will.

Your blood turns ice, your heart turns stone,

In their stare, you’re all alone.

The forest fades, the sky goes dark,

Your scream a shiver, just a mark.

They move on, silent, like the air—

Leaving statues cold and bare.

For once you've met those ancient eyes,

You’re lost, forgotten, petrified.