The+Wicker+Men+(cont'd)

Those eyes, those terrible haunts of the soul, stared lifelessly upwards towards the infinite abyss, held open by the clutch of rigor mortis. There was an odd quality about the eyes, ghoulish spectres of diminished light, a peculiar look of the cornias that captivated me in a sort of unholy interest. Now, as if seized by the existence of such a strange corpse, I resolved that would discover the mystery behind the eyes.