silent sentry

thoughts are never false or far
though invisible may seem
each and every good star;

my presence lingers near
as some Heath-bound hidden ghost
that stays and haunts his dear;

through night’s demons to excise
and dark’s heavy sodden cloak
I will sit a silent sentry til sun’s rise

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