Sits perched, his guitar gently strums to the wind
the watchman still waits, his story just begins
slaying the demons of darkness
the night terrors that infest us
Whatever weather, whether wild or mild, sits in style
he never leaves his role, never breaks into smile
just plays his tune to soothe, smooth flowing
turns the darkness into colours, bright, glowing
When he catches sight of a bad dream, he breaks clear
fast as the night he is there to fight the fears
the nightwatchman never gives in or retreats
he knows the night so well, there are no defeats
So as you sleep, do so safe and calm
the night is his domain, keeps you safe from harm
as his guitar sings notes into the air
listen out for them, they show he is there
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love
Kyle.
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