The Watchers

Like sparks from the eternal black flame They go forth to evaluate whomever the upper realm may name With wings that are iridescent black with a hue of blue tint They steadfastly carry out their commander’s intent Lunging forward and downward then capturing air as their wings unfurl Their eyes seem mystical and have the appearance of a black pearl Cawing and suddenly appearing in the person’s path to demand attention They lock eyes and gather evidence for the elite of the fourth dimension Through one’s eye they gain access to the individual’s soul And measure the heart-is it a fraction? Or is it whole? After examination they report back to the flame from which they emanated Courtesy of the watchers-another’s fate is weighed and calculated