In the city of evanescence, shrouded in mystery and fog,
Lived a man known as the Watcher, hidden in shadows like an ethereal cog.
With eyes like lanterns, illuminating the night,
He saw all that was wrong, and all that was right.
Lived a man known as the Watcher, hidden in shadows like an ethereal cog.
With eyes like lanterns, illuminating the night,
He saw all that was wrong, and all that was right.
The Watcher, a specter, in silence he roamed,
Through streets whispering secrets, in twilight, he combed.
His heart, a vault of tales untold,
In a world growing relentlessly cold.
Through streets whispering secrets, in twilight, he combed.
His heart, a vault of tales untold,
In a world growing relentlessly cold.
As winter’s heart took hold, coating the city in frost,
The Watcher’s gaze upon a vision, hopelessly lost.
A girl, radiant, setting the town abuzz,
Her laughter, a melody, creating a gentle fuzz.
The Watcher’s gaze upon a vision, hopelessly lost.
A girl, radiant, setting the town abuzz,
Her laughter, a melody, creating a gentle fuzz.
She danced through life like a leaf in the breeze,
Unaware of the Watcher, and his silent pleas.
His ethereal form, a shadow amidst the gloom,
Longing for her to glance his way, to lift his heart's tomb.
Unaware of the Watcher, and his silent pleas.
His ethereal form, a shadow amidst the gloom,
Longing for her to glance his way, to lift his heart's tomb.
But what is a ghost to the brilliance of day?
A whisper against the storm, fading away.
Her world, bright and vivid, a stark contrast to his,
A chasm between them, an endless abyss.
A whisper against the storm, fading away.
Her world, bright and vivid, a stark contrast to his,
A chasm between them, an endless abyss.
Yet, love, a peculiar thief, steals even a wraith's heart,
Binding the Watcher to her, a tormenting art.
To her, he yearned to reveal his ghostly existence,
An impossible desire, met with resistance.
Binding the Watcher to her, a tormenting art.
To her, he yearned to reveal his ghostly existence,
An impossible desire, met with resistance.
He followed her laughter, a beacon in endless night,
Wishing to step into the light, to share in her sight.
But he was but a Watcher, in the shadows, he must dwell,
A silent guardian, in his icy citadel.
Wishing to step into the light, to share in her sight.
But he was but a Watcher, in the shadows, he must dwell,
A silent guardian, in his icy citadel.
One fateful eve, under the moon's soft glow,
A peril, unseen, a grievous blow.
The girl, unaware, walked into a snare,
Her laughter ceased, suspended in air.
A peril, unseen, a grievous blow.
The girl, unaware, walked into a snare,
Her laughter ceased, suspended in air.
The Watcher, with all his might, broke through the veil,
A ghostly protector, determined not to fail.
He guided the lost, led them away from her path,
A silent sentinel, averting wrath.
A ghostly protector, determined not to fail.
He guided the lost, led them away from her path,
A silent sentinel, averting wrath.
And in that moment, though she saw him not,
His existence was felt, in the cold, in the fraught.
He had touched the world, if only just,
In the shadows, in the silence, in the trust.
His existence was felt, in the cold, in the fraught.
He had touched the world, if only just,
In the shadows, in the silence, in the trust.
As dawn broke, painting the sky in hues of gold,
The Watcher, unseen, with a story untold.
In love with a girl, who lived in a different light,
His presence a whisper, in the heart of the night.
The Watcher, unseen, with a story untold.
In love with a girl, who lived in a different light,
His presence a whisper, in the heart of the night.
And so remains the Watcher, in love and alone,
A ghost in the city, to the night he’s sworn.
But in the heart of winter, when the world seems to freeze,
There’s a warmth in the Watcher, a silent peace.
A ghost in the city, to the night he’s sworn.
But in the heart of winter, when the world seems to freeze,
There’s a warmth in the Watcher, a silent peace.
For in love, he found purpose, a reason to be,
In the shadows, in the silence, in the mystery.
A tale of a ghost, and a love that could never be,
Shadows in the Heart of Winter, a story for thee.
In the shadows, in the silence, in the mystery.
A tale of a ghost, and a love that could never be,
Shadows in the Heart of Winter, a story for thee.