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The Watchman
The watchman, lonely, in his tower
Is ever vigilant
Awake, alert at every hour
To guard the innocent
He loves his city more than most
He knows what is at stake
He feels no need to brag or boast
To see a safe daybreak
He knows the Vandals prowl about
Lusting for more loot
He sees a flash! He gives the shout!
His pain is most acute!
He staggers, leaning on the wall
But holds his post, and sees
Vandals charging, in assault!
He gasps in disbelief!
The arrow barely missed his heart
His breathing burns with pain
But he stays, and plays his part
And pulls the gateway’s chain!
His work, now done, he hears the sound
Of clashing weaponry
As he falls upon the ground
He prays a silent plea
His strength, now gone, with vision dim
He hears defenders call!
As he dies, he gives a grin!
His city will not fall!
Is ever vigilant
Awake, alert at every hour
To guard the innocent
He loves his city more than most
He knows what is at stake
He feels no need to brag or boast
To see a safe daybreak
He knows the Vandals prowl about
Lusting for more loot
He sees a flash! He gives the shout!
His pain is most acute!
He staggers, leaning on the wall
But holds his post, and sees
Vandals charging, in assault!
He gasps in disbelief!
The arrow barely missed his heart
His breathing burns with pain
But he stays, and plays his part
And pulls the gateway’s chain!
His work, now done, he hears the sound
Of clashing weaponry
As he falls upon the ground
He prays a silent plea
His strength, now gone, with vision dim
He hears defenders call!
As he dies, he gives a grin!
His city will not fall!
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