On the Seventh Watch:

 

A little after midnight, I was told to watch from 3,

The darkest hour looming, don’t why it fell to me.

And I was blurry eyed, like other souls,

Whose hearts somehow had all been lost.

 

Hold your ground, won’t you hold your ground,

Hold it while the Angel’s draw their lots,

Defined by everything that I am not

On the Seventh Watch

 

Waiting for an evening star to show a sign,

The only way they think they’ll be set free 

The answer lies in mirrors, not those megaphones

Blasting out down every town and street

 

A desert stretches out, so blank and ill-defined,

In the smallest crevice, the World was thus designed.

Time stood still for humans to be born,

Time to build an Arc or wooden Cross

Eye for eye, I for I,

The vision of the best of life is blocked

Defined by everything that I am not

On the Seventh Watch