He sat, watching the sun rise into a reddened sky
The cold air casting shivers across his uncloaked arms
A grim smile touching his lips as he catches sight of wormwood
The menace haunting the ancient sky as it returns
The hint of the maelstrom to come on the wind
Slowly his senses detecting the watchers
They come and move closer ... aware of him, there
One of they ... a hidden moat in the future eye
A ear of a sheath of corn yet to be
They know he is there and touch the back of his mind...
Extract taken from "The Watcher & The Caveman Lie" written by Matthew James Sept 2003
