One night, long ago
When she was too young
To even have a voice
She asked to be watched
As she slept
Possibly held
Possibly held
In safe arms
Guarded by a warrior
Knight, even a pirate?
But no one came
She prayed
To angels in the sky
Keep her safe
Watch her, the sleeping child
Great, responsible task
Called softly
For the right
Night watchman.
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