Burning Eyes

Burning Eyes – a scary poem for kids.

Burning Eyes

When the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
Rocks so gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted bay
Devils dance around their prey
Then from yonder misty skies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro;
Where the clock’s dull monotone
Tells us that the day is done;
Where the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor –
Where my weary wee one lies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

It comes like a fleeting ghost
From some distant creepy coast;
And no footsteps will you hear
As that beast draws ever near
Not a whisper, not a word
From that fearful thing is heard.
By the pale moon’s eerie light,
With a heart that’s full of spite
In the depths of darkened skies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

With flapping wings it comes upon
My dear weary little one,
And those claws do outward spread
To clasp the little curly head,
Seem to fondle and caress
Every little silken tress;
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown –
In such soothing, tender wise
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

Dearest, feel upon your brow
That caressing magic now;
For the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again,
When upon the haunted bay
Devils dance around their prey
And the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor –
Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

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