=Basilisk=

Another day gone by and yet he sleeps
Still encased by colorless stone within
A sheer layer of ice impenetrable without
Imperfections but abysses at eyeless lids;
Pure darkness worse than mortal fugilin
Stares back at all who dares the basilisk.

Do not tempt fate and approach without
A well-polished mirror if you wish to risk
The fates of these frozen statues you see
Eternal etched eyes, shocked severed shout,
Insanity imprinted images of recalcitrant risk
When those argent lids open so cynically

Pleading for someone to set him free
From this trap we've laid so ingeniously-
Ah! Look, there goes yet another foolish one
Who seeks the basilisk's immortality.
For those who survive his stare inevitably
Age no more- Avert your eyes. Look no more.

Do you feel the threads of despair blindly spun
Around our hearts? Be not afraid. Resist his call.
Do not turn around. Peace demands her sacrifice.
The basilisk awakens again with the setting sun.
Flee! The ground trembles like never before.
Alas! The prophecy has been fulfilled here-

A blind girl's warmth shall melt his heart and ice
But the basilisk shall roam eternity without her.