Dawn & Dusk

He sees clusters of eyes
Brooding in the shadows
Unblinking and fierce
With irises of yellow

He freezes in fear
As webs wind
His breath ensnared
And placed to one side

He holds glass
Colder than ice
The cracked edges
Are sharper than a knife

They will watch
But will not help
For the gold in their eyes
Is their wealth

And when the glass falls
They will disperse
As when scuttling spiders
Return to the earth