Eyes of the Devil Watch in Wait

Eyes of the Devil Watch in Wait

Eyes of the devil watch in wait,

Behind the door, behind the gate.

They burn through flesh,

they pierce the veil,

A silent pact, a whispered tale.

Their gaze is ancient, cold, and vast,

A mirror to a shadowed past.

They don’t just see

they plant their seeds,

In cracks and bones, in twisted deeds.

They wait for you to seek them out,

To chase the whispers, feed the doubt.

The price is clear,

but veiled in smoke

A soul surrendered, a heart revoked.

The ritual is slow, serene

A thread unwound from what’s unseen.

Their eyes are anchors, pulling tight,

Until you shiver,

give, and bite.

One step, one word, one breath too far,

And you’re already bound, already scarred.

The pact is sealed,

no turning back,

For once the eyes lock, there’s no attack

Just a descent,

a quiet crawl,

Into the depths where shadows fall.

And when the devil calls your name,

You’ll meet those eyes that know no shame.

For you are his, as night consumes,

And through your veins,

the darkness blooms.

The devil’s eyes will always wait,

To claim the soul, to seal your fate.