There is this unknown eye looming in the distance,
Glowing as bright as fire there, somewhere in the dark,
And I can never say when I shall see the spark
Or where it will appear, for all my resistance
I cannot ever seem to evade its cold gaze,
It appears not evil nor any kind of good
– In its heart I saw no wicked intention blaze –
Never getting closer but never going far,
It is always around near the edge of the wood
Brightly piercing the world as if a brand new scar.
Though I know its presence, though I know its features,
I know not its purpose, I know not the reason
Why hell, the heavens, or any of their creatures,
Would watch over my soul throughout every season.
The eye has its reasons which my reason knows not
And wondering further would just result in naught…