The Watcher
THE WATCHERBy James Thompson Verse 1Mist whirls up from the valley,Women watching from the knoll,Standards float on morning breezes,Soon to see the tragic toll. Princes mount the winds to vanquish foreign riders,Sovereign kings defy the reigning western guard,White-hot fire breathes out demon exultation,And the Watcher rises high. Verse 2Rivers flowing from their courses,Distant drums and …