acidblackcherrim

In the heart of Ireland on a moonlit night,

On the Sevenwaters lake silvery-white,

You'll glimpse him in a shaft of a single star's light,

The Otherworld Watcher, Finbar.

Flitting between life and illusion's great ledge,

Gliding along the water's thin edge,

You'll witness the Watcher's purpose and pledge,

Protecting those beloved from afar.

Around his pale neck, a ring of red stars,

A single shining wing in place of an arm,

Dark hair flowing 'round his face,

And eyes like glass full of wisdom and grace.

Eternally he dances between that world and ours,

Shimmering with the light of a single star,

The Otherworld Watcher, Finbar.