Vespine Eyes
In the void of pitch
Lurking
Itching to kill-switch
Human life
All that kismet Light
It watches in
The dark of dreams
When we fall
In between sleep,
It's seething
With the devil's hate
For light of lives
Within, without.
It covets in wait
Vespine Eyes.
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