Watcher at the Threshold

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At dawn I rise where shadows flee,

The Sun unveils eternity.

At dusk I bow as embers fade,

The night descends in silent shade.


I count no hours, I keep no creed,

But follow where the heavens lead.

Each rising flame, a whispered vow,

Each setting glow, a sacred bow.


O Light that crowns the waking sky,

O Dark that folds the world nearby,

Between your realms I keep my post—

Watcher at the Threshold’s ghost.


Day to night and night to day,

The turning wheel will never stray.

And I, who mark its endless flow,

Am bound to all I see and know.


Just scratching where it itches!

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