The master’s gleaming eyes
Searching through the autumn chill
Never wavered from the prize
The cunning thief ever tries
To evade, as he struggles uphill,
The master’s gleaming eyes
He tells strange and seemly lies
Seeking unseen truths but his will
Never wavered from the prize
The thief takes on a disguise
And turns and takes his fill
Of the master’s gleaming eyes
Undone are his silver lies
The master’s unnerving chill
Never wavered from the prize
Now a broken lifeless body lies
Upon the rocky craggy hill
The master’s iron eyes
Never wavered from his prize
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