The Watcher from up high above
The eye that see’s all
The Watcher from up high above
A crimson eye in shadows gleams,
Electric veins in midnight streams.
A pulse of fire, a whispered call,
Through endless dark, it watches all.
A distant moon, a frozen tear,
A silent omen drawing near.
The cosmos hums, the echoes grow,
A secret only night can know.
Its gaze ignites the sleeping air,
A spark of fate, a whispered dare.
Unknown forces twist and weave,
A story told yet hard to leave.
Through the stars and fractured time,
A rhythm lost, a ghostly chime.
The watcher waits, the vision stays,
A dance of light in endless maze.
A hidden path, a door unseen,
Where shadows flicker, cold and keen.
A cipher carved in threads of night,
A key that turns in stolen light.
Beyond the veil, a silence deep,
Where ancient voices wake from sleep.
A fate entwined in crimson fire,
A watcher bound to dark desire.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Mesmerizing!
amazing