Beware His Eyes

Beware his eyes that burn vermillion

Mighty terrorizer of midnight civilians

With his junoesque, serpentine exterior

In his erudite, mortals inferior

No love canst thou find,

Upon looking in his villainous eyes

Accented by a mane of fiery eglantine

For vengeance, he does whine

Beware his eyes of prophetic vision

Interpretations full of derision

For souls swindled by his words,

Are oft’ found carted in a hearse

No peace canst thou find,

To the frigid depths, he is confined

In a field of bioluminescent roses,

He sneers at this poet’s proses

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