Patiently peering past
patrolling perilous parts
pacing precarious ports
protecting, projecting, promising, peaceful paths
Every night he is on call
Watches, whilst weariness wears
waits whistling when woe wails within
when wraiths wage wrathful war
works wordlessly, while worlds weakest worry
He keeps us safe when night-time falls
Midnight, moonlight, morning merely muttering, muted
misty mirages masquerade menacingly
mean monstrosities manoeuvre
more monsters materialise
He will never fail or drop the ball
Fiercely, furiously, forces foes further
fearless figure fights fretfulness
forwards for freedom from fearful fantasy
fiends foiled, frozen forever
The night watchman will heal your dreams, one and all
Thanks for reading.
Peace, love and sweet dreams.
Kyle.
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