The Death Stare

There were eyes unsheathed in the darkness,
somewhere looking for me.

Luckily for me, the sun had been eclipsed,
the moon once again my friend.

My friend didn’t glow however;
she was the black iris drifting between those fiery suns and me!

I don’t know how to thank my friend.
I could have gotten seriously hurt;

blinded or burned in the metaphor.
Perhaps, my friend will smother those horrid suns

and I can live in the coolness of the night forever.
Eyes cannot plunder in the pitch of darkness.