The watchman stands punctilious guard
As
his charges rest in sweet repose.
He
speaks no word, makes not a sound
To
stir the hush as darkness grows.
His
mission clear: to still all fear to
Grant
them winsome peaceful sleep.
His
warry eyes rest on the prize,
Relentless,
as he tends his keep.
Woe
to those who dare to breach
The
borders he is sworn to tend.
No
interlopers penetrate
Where
he has chosen to defend.
And
so must we all watchful be
With
steadfast caution, circumspect
Of
demons lurking in the dark,
Our
one and only task: protect.
Prudence
brings its own reward
Rejoicing
with exuberance, for
Caution
begets peace of mind
To
those who practice vigilance.
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