The Watcher
by Miranda Hawkins

 

I really don't remember what my inspiration was for this piece. It just kind of came into being. I have a longer, rhyming version, but it's not finished and doesn't make a lot of sense right now.

 

Perched above the clouds
eyes cold, with a heart of stone
He watches, waiting.

 

 

All poetry, stories, etc. ©2000 Miranda J. Hawkins. All rights reserved

 

 

 

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