Bronze (Johnson)/The Watcher

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THE WATCHER
The long, grim years with iron tread Move down the shuttered isleOf time's unrecking labyrinth Paved with forgotten dead.
And I, a feather in their wake, Gaze long and tremblinglyInto these sunless corridors, Praying the light to break!
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