Always Watching

Dark as the secrets
You hold in your heart
Stealthy as the night
Which silently departs

Haunted as the woods
To which no one goes
Swift as the river
Which downward flows

From the mountains to valleys
Through ancient hills
To an abandoned castle
Where on the window sills

Sits the bird of legend
Of luckless souls
The raven, unmoving
In his sentry's role

poem by Shadow Alliance
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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