by Matthew Blackmon

Created on: October 19, 2009   Last Updated: October 21, 2009

Watchman

Here amidst the tranquil slumber
Wearily awaiting for what comes asunder
Be it the righteous or those who plunder
My eyes set to the skies down to the ground under

Through the wood the deer may tread
But a watcher of men may not rest his head
For my leader has placed in my stead
The lives of those whom he has led

In quiet stillness I listen to the ground
Though the moon be absent of fully round
I am a cautiously awaiting the slightest sound
And I will know of what is to come aground

How blessed is it to see the sun's rise
Vigilant was I to prevent our demise
A watcher of night with sleep never complies
Now my job is done and the eagle flies

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