365 Poems in 365 Days: Deadly Eyes

I'm always anthropomorphising the Seven Deadly Sins, and it rarely works out. This is okay but not great. Number 68.

Envy has eyes that are green and bitter
Avarice's seem to shine and glitter
Wrath looks out hot enough to burn
Lust makes people stop and turn
Pride's are black and hard and able
Gluttony watches the food on the table
Sloth's orbs remain a mystery
Maybe they'll open one day, we'll see