In the heart of the night, 'neath the moon's soft glow,
Where whispers of secrets dance to and fro,
There dwells a silent sentinel, cloaked in shadow's vest,
The Watcher, whose vigil, forever steadfast, no one can best.

With eyes that pierce through the veil of the dark,
To the corners where fear and doubt embark,
It sees the world in a solitary hue,
The Watcher, whose gaze is forever true.

It knows not the warmth of a gentle touch,
Nor the sweetness of a lover's tender crutch,
Yet its heart beats in time with the world's soulful song,
As it stands guard where right and wrong belong.

Through the mists of time, through the ages long past,
It's been there, a witness to history's vast cast,
To the moments that shaped our shared destiny,
The Watcher, whose presence is mystery.

In the quietude of the deserted street,
Where the echoes of laughter and tears compete,
It sees the lost souls and the hearts that bleed,
The Watcher, in silent empathy it heeds.

By the rivers' banks, where the willows weep,
Where the stars in the heavens their secrets keep,
It observes the lovers' tender intertwine,
The Watcher, whose patience is truly divine.

When the storm clouds gather, when hope seems to flee,
When the earth is shaken by fate's decree,
It remains, steadfast, unyielding, a beacon of light,
Guiding the lost through the darkest night.

In the halls of power, where deceit is king,
Where whispers of treachery have their fling,
It sees the truth behind the gilded façade,
The Watcher, whose judgment is never made.

Through the battles fierce and the wars unkind,
Where valor and courage together bind,
It mourns the fallen, the lost, and the brave,
The Watcher, whose heart is forever enslaved.

The guardian of moments that others shun,
The keeper of memories that time has wrung,
The Watcher, whose spirit forever sung.

For in the grand tapestry of life's grand play,
When all the players have gone away,
The Watcher remains, till the dawn of day,
Guarding the threads that weave our way.

So, let your eyes wander to the distant skies,
Where the stars hold their vigil, in the Watcher's guise,
Know you're never truly alone, for it's always near,
The Watcher, whose love is sincere.

And when your journey comes to its final close,
And the curtain falls, the play's final pose,
It will be there, with a gentle nod,
The Watcher, to welcome you to the gods.

For it is the guardian of the eternal stage,
Where every heart's tale is told, every page,
So live with honor, love with all your might,
Sometimes, the only one Watching, Is You.

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