The Watchman’s Prayer
The Watchman’s Prayer The watchman's thoughts, up on the wall, Battles? Conquest? Kingdom’s fall? No, just that this dark watch would end, and homeward safe to hearth, to friends: His simple cares. As slow the night watch crawls toward dawn, he spots a doe who with her fawn. from darkened woods to greener hills, risk new grass, and warm his chill in too-still air. Is he noble, braving cold if all he prays is night’s patrol would come back safely, friends in line, swords still clean, none left behind? This watchman’s prayer Please set, blood moon, where arrows fly. Be still, shrill horns and battle cries Pray, be fevered, dark kings and crowns Heed your augurs, “fleets will drown” Furl your sails He braids in starlight, three-strand cords, weaves a promise from his Lord His heart beats “peace” on those ramparts. Sleep sound and know that this watchman’s heart. guards d...