Journeys of The Watcher Part 1:
The Watcher was the only one who took no part in his own act.
Instead in shame he hid and spent his time lurking just beyond the horizon bound by the chains of his cursed decent… frightened by the monsters of his own mind, terrified by the nightmare about to be released out of the great dark deep at last…
Looming… ever looming is the time of his rebirth creeping its way forth from beyond the distant lights of the coming age…
Whispers and mummers ling in the dark calling forth all those who will heed the call of destiny.
Why must he look… why must he look…
Without stretched wings black as the cursed night and eyes burning like embers in the dark… with sword drawn and blood ablaze with passion he journeys forth into the storm… why must he look… why must he look. With eyes glazed his lover stares after him as he takes to flight to sacrifice his very soul for their darkness.
Why must he look… why must he look…
Stars shimmering brilliantly in the night like the flowing moonlit tears of a lover left behind… off to war he marches forth against the dark… against evil gods… against demon lords and forsaken souls and yet he journeys onward… ever onward… compelled by passion… compelled by love he journeys onward.
Doors and demons… beasts and monsters guard the paths that he must walk beyond the light of the coming dusk.
Ripples in dust… vibrations in the water offer up warnings of things unseen… echoing the silent heart beats of evil things lurking and creeping in the shadows.