The Owl in the Night

An owl in the night,
Oh, what a sight.
It is surely a fright,
You will go without a fight.

Silently flying
To the edge of a window.
He begins spying,
And taps on the glass.

You look through the window
And into it's eyes,
A stabbing glare,
Like razor sharp knives.

Your time has come.
But, oh no, oh dear,
There is nowhere to run,
For you are petrified with fear.
Your judgment is here.

With the drop of a feather,
Sliced is the tether
Of the soul.

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Credited to Wizerdspell

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