I walk always the line between here and there
Two worlds spilling in and out of one another
Lights sparking into darkness and waves that lull me further away
These Borderlands were void and bare when I found them
Steeped in a desolation known only to the Watcher
Inhabitants followed my coming with glass claws and blind eyes
The scent of freedom hovers in the doorway I opened
They lurk in the shadows I cast, waiting for a chance at escape
I am the guard; I will not abandon my post
They seek a way through the gate, those blind daemons
The taste of sweet wind warm with light and life
I cannot let them through to those lands I call home
Where their eyes will fill with vision
And their claws will become as steel
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