The Watcher

Standing watch on this warm summer night Listening to sounds in the soft spectral light Calling to my soul a song never ending That the spirits of the dead forever are sending Searching the horizon for sails in fear Asking and praying they never appear Foreboding is all that is left in my heart As I remember the faces of those who did part Not long ago they did appear Their black sails cast with Ravens filled us with fear Ships gilded with gold shimmered so bright In the glow of the moon on a cold winters night Two score were their numbers as they finally made land We marveled as they first set foot on the land They wore large hats on their heads trimmed with gold Their clothes were quite fancy their attitude bold They spoke in a tongue we did not understand They carried a great flag they stuck deep in the sand Explorers they were, that is what we understood They came here to help us, came here to do good Shelter we gave so they could all rest Sleep is what they needed to be at their best Morning came quickly, gloomy shadows were cast This day started peaceful, that would not last More ships had arrived silently in the night Many soldiers appeared in the soft morning light Swords gilded in godd tight at there sides My people we screaming and running for their lives Grabbed all our women, put them deep inside their boat Many men had been slaughtered, leaving them to float The ships then took sail, leaving our land With many of my people lying dead in the sand Standing watch on this warm summer night Listening to sounds in the soft spectral light Calling to my soul a song never ending That the spirits of the dead forever are sending