The Watchman quietly sits and waits
For soon he will also meet his fate
The spirit of his one true dearest
May be the one who is truly nearest
To finding out her lover dear
Has a fate that is all too near
She waits out of sight behind the wall
As she listens to the petals fall
He has been sitting here for years
As his fate abruptly steers
Away from pain and incompetence
His lover was a beauty sure
But never was a beauty pure
She got in a stitch
People tried her a witch
And she was in the ground
As the morning sun came around
So now she waits and keeps an eye
Never wishing to say good bye
To her lover who had turned to stone
With him she would never be alone
(To Be Continued)