An instance of clarity, Looming against the foggy night
under charcoal sky in the intense glare of the moons spotlight
the watchman high in the hills above, demons creeping through dreams of love
he listened to the fears you had, the scares that caused the sweat and dread
he held your hand and wiped away the tears you shed
At one with the dark blanket surrounding
he listened to your heart pounding, cut down the zombies that your brain allowed in
the watchman under diamond speckled skyline, diffused the bombs and the landmines
that cluttered your mind, the monstrous howls dulled in their prime
he blended into the shadows, the creepy mists that clung to your skin
he couldn't let the monsters win
He was there on those streets after midnight, quiet times when the frights loomed out of sight
the watchman of the night, worked with all of his might to rid the place of creatures that cause fright
he walked in the cold damp air, the chill wind screams that rip hearts at the seams
fought the fears that lived there, he wanted a world of happy dreams
And in those midnight blues, when the world is full of things that scare
you will see him in the corner of your eye, walking there, ready and waiting to show he cares
Thanks For Reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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