Feast of the Eyes

Deep in the woods where no light remains,

The night yawns wide, revealing its veins.

A breath of decay rises from below,

From soil where ancient horrors grow.

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The sky above splits, a ragged tear,

Bleeding darkness into the air.

A stench of charred flesh clings to the trees,

And whispers crawl like sickly disease.

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Skinless things writhe beneath twisted roots,

Groaning dirges in burnt-out soot.

Their bones creak wrong, their mouths unclose,

Teeth exposed in a grin that froze.

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A rustling sounds, shredded limbs scrape,

As something crawls, shapeless and gape.

Through the fog, it drags on the ground,

Empty sockets where no eyes are found.

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Fingers trail on rotting leaves,

Stained with what the night deceives.

It pulls itself, inch by inch,

Grimace etched that doesn’t flinch.

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Eyes bloom open in the bark of black,

Their gaze burns deep, drawing you back.

You feel their blink, you sense their stare,

Needles prick, you're caught in their snare.

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The ground trembles with each breath it takes,

As bodies stir beneath the stakes.

Laughter erupts, raw and dire,

Choked on the embers of funeral pyre.

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Voices screech, clawing the air,

Hollow cries from things that aren’t there.

Unseen hands clutch at your skin,

Pulling you closer to where the dark begins.

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The path dissolves into pulsing gore,

Every step aches with something more.

Your heartbeat pounds, a desperate drum,

You glimpse the teeth, where the shadows hum.

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And when the blackness claims your sight,

Your screams are swallowed by endless night.

A thousand mouths in the midnight maw,

Devour the breath that the darkness saw.

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Now you are part of the feast so wide,

A nameless voice where the whispers hide.

And when your flesh is finally done,

You'll join the song, a tune that none outrun.