He plucks the eyes from sockets wide,
Innocence and terror left aside.
In velvet rows their gazes to keep,
Staring at his soul, never to sleep.
They do not blink, they do not cry,
Loyal to him, they never lie.
Ghostly pupils, polished to shine,
Dark but cool, all staged in line.
They steal the show, guarding the room,
An art built from silent loom.
Whispering secrets forever in shadows,
Hauntingly beautiful, deadly hallows.