I did not imagine
Those fierce dark eyes
Gazing upon me.

Though darkness clouded
My eyes and perhaps mind.

The glow of the full moon
Shone within those ever
watchful unblinking disks.

Have I fallen prey to a
Beast of the night?
Or is my mind just
Thinking the worst?

As I come closer to them
And they come closer to I,
Neither faltered in the slow
But constant pace forward.

Forward and forward we went
until the body to which
The eyes belonged to could be seen.

"I have seen you before." Said I.

No reply.

"Your hair, it flows in waves
Like mine. And your dress,
'Tis the same hue as mine."

Again, no reply.

I reached out my hand to
Perhaps touch this mute creature
But in the place of flesh and cloth,
All that was felt beneath my fingers
was a cold, flat barrier.

It felt the same thing, for it's fingers
Were against the barrier alike to mine.

We began pounding on the blockade
So that we could finally reach each other
Until it finally broke into small shards
at my feet.

I looked up but could find no
Sign of those eyes.

Looking at the broken pieces
At my feet, I found them,
Staring back up at me.
But this time was different.
The once two eyes that gazed on me
Was now a hundred.

Frightened, I retreated back to which I came
And sat on the cold wooden floor.

Sleep never overcame me
And soon dawn approached.

It was then I discovered,
The origin of the eyes.