The Eyes

A match was struck.
A light in the darkness
To illuminate the fears
That haunted her past.

Something lurked nearby.
She tripped on a shadow.
Two eyes gleamed
In the candlelight.

She stifled her scream
With the lump in her throat.
"No," she wanted to say.
"You won't hurt me."

The eyes remained
As the shadows danced.
Could it be that the eyes
Belonged to fear itself?

The candlelight fizzed
And darkness enveloped
The girl in salvation.
The eyes couldn't hurt her.
February 27, 2014

~RDP copyright.