Reveal yourselves to me…lovers of the night.
Reveling in thine indigo light, this eye hath seen among thee meridian.
Blackened beyond this gray-aged stone, ye lay upon your bed of moss….
Spun anon, a myriad of time and whence you’re gone.
I am the kin of your plight.
Dredged as we’re beholden
I am the Watch Tower
