Bright eyes in the night,
A shining beacon ever so bright,
Guiding me through the night.
Tantalizing my every thought,
So my words are nearly gone.
Who's eyes could they be?
I wonder why their following me?
Yellow auras of small light,
Ever curious in the night.
Not much more to see,
Except those eyes following me.
As I try to continue on,
urging myself to remain calm,
A twinge of fear grabs my heart,
Stoping me from continuing on.
As I turn to grab a glance, you look back putting me in a trance.
As I look further I can see,
That there are fireflies following me.
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