One floating frozen feather of snow
falls, then another, and and off I go...
I slip, I stutter, I flutter my wings.
The world is full of freezing things.
I slide - I glide - I spin on my toes,
I lift my wings and strike a pose.
In the stillness, silence grows.
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At midnight she taps on the window,
Summons me and I must go
Out for a ride on her broomstick,
Into the darkness and snow.
When you said: Son, we don’t eat mortals.
Ever. It’s against the rules -
I disbelieved you, disrespected you,
now it seems I was the fool.
I didn’t understand, I didn’t know,
so I crunched on skulls and bones.
Mortal morsels were so tasty, I didn’t want to misplace any, waste any.
Now I want to go back home but I’m stuck here all alone
in a maze of ice and stone.
The Watcher sat and waited as the storm raged fierce and strong,
The sea slapped waves against the rock he’d sat upon so long,
The moon made trails of silver that led to the lighthouse stair
As the Watcher sat and waited,
Waited – watched and waited –
The Watcher sat and waited, though nobody else was there.
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