Unruly wind with calm deceitful eye
You have so saddened even the weeping sky
We, helpless, watched your destructive power
Watchers are we, as all we have built, you devour
Darkness now covers us like a shroud
Our towers of power, once so tall, so proud
Kneel, yielded before you buckled and bowed
Lines, once full of energy, powerful and taut
Lie entangled, dead, dying, distraught
The watchers murmur, where has our power gone?
What can we do without it,desperate and alone?
How shall our power, so much destroyed, soon return?
Watchers wonder by dim light of the candles they burn
We need a hero, whisper the Watchers’ collective heart
With arms, strong and steady, a breed apart
With a resolve so great that it will not be denied
Where shall we find such a One, the Watchers cried?
It is not by ones’ might so great a task will be done
There will be many heroes, who will unite as one,
In many colored chariots with long arms of steel
With a heroes’ resolve and a heroes’ iron will
They found the towers, lying fallen and prostrate
Lifted them until they were again strong and straight
The broken entangled lines with their serpent’s sting
Were mended and restored until even they began to sing
The Watchers’ collective heart beats a cadence of thanks
Louder and louder as it progresses thru the ranks
Heroes from far away and heroes from home
You have empowered us, shown us we are not alone
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