The Watcher

The watcher stands silently in the night His eye gleeming in the cold moonlight He watches in wonder as sleeping gods pass by Only he knows their secret For they are too caught up in their dreams He remembers a time when he slumbered as well And at times envies the dreamers But then he remembers the knowledge he now holds And the price the dream takes as its toll
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wow.
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