The Night Watch

Between the last fire and the first light, something keeps its post
The sword in darkness, the watcher on the walls
Seeing but not knowing,
Dim witness, blind vigil,
Not the hook nor the spot, its residence
May be a new name as well
Burns, rots, corrodes
Finery, the artistry, the meaning as well

Photo by Eric BARBEAU on Unsplash

Throughout the long dark, the shortest of hours
Watching the dawn, the starred light
Evermore the dead of night

Swear the oath, bound to the Watch
For this night and all the nights to come
Forth comes dusk, prevailing night
Die Wacht and the other

CONTEST: "The Keyword of the Week" / WETTBEWERB: "Das Schlüsselwort der Woche"