"In the velvet depths where shadows lie,
Glimmers a solitary, watchful eye.
Silent sentinel in the pitch-black sea,
Its gaze, a whisper of what might be.

Amidst the void, where light retreats,
The eye perceives what darkness greets.
A beacon, faint, in the boundless night,
A flicker of life, a spark of sight.

It sees the secrets that shadows hold,
Stories of whispers, tales untold.
In the silence, it quietly peers,
Through the veil of time and countless years.

The world in darkness, cloaked and still,
Yields to the eye's unwavering will.
A guardian of night, steadfast and true,
It charts the mysteries, old and new.

In the dark, where fear takes flight,
The eye becomes a source of light.
A reminder that even in the deepest night,
There always exists a watchful sight."