the watcher

upon the mountains far from the valley

where the people they once knew still do wander

sits an exiled beast, hateful yet somber

cursed is the monster that sits on the peak

gazing in envy towards a village so weak

what else can be done when the walls fall down

and the village people dream of seeing you drown?

sealed shut was the beast by the village’s self-proclaimed leader

when the lowest peasant fell to a sharp-tongued voice

once the waves did subside and the community conflict die

the leader spoke to the beast once a god, telling them a secret

not a soul knew but them

that the voice that cut deep belonged to the soul who lead the village

gazing upon the village is the beast who kept their promise that day

but one day revenge would find its way

for when they dared to dance with the dark the leader chased them away

screaming that they had allies who thought the same as she

the time would come, but all that was left was to wait

to tear the wings off the angel who dared to sin and act still pure

but yet the beast ponders in its brain as it wanders away

would there have been another way to remain?

or were their attempts to return to a place it’s always been

all in vain?