The Watcher

South winds fill the air tonight
A cold heart’s lullaby
An icy figure walking
Through the city I called mine
A stream of ghastly voices
Fill the children’s hearts with fear
But no one dares to harm them
For even evil left us here
Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher’s weary call
Still unsure what brought me here
I wander in the dust
A whisper in the wasteland
Carries through these fields of rust
He calls a boy to follow him
To a staircase up and down
He says they’re moving onward
For they’re sailing heaven bound
Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher’s weary call
I asked the watcher
Where I’m going from this place
His faceless smile expressed
It’s a journey to embrace
I’m not wicked man
But I fear the cells below
He showed me to a door
Where it leads I cannot know
Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher’s weary call
South winds fill the air tonight
A cold heart’s lullaby
An icy figure walking
Through the city I called mine