The Watcher watches all the watchers for the Watcher knows
That what the watchers are watching is something to behold
But what are they watching, the Watcher can’t tell
For it appears to be only a plain looking well
The Watcher asks and pleads for the watchers to state
Why they are watching this plain looking well and what is it’s fate
But the watchers don’t budge, they don’t make a peep
Why they are watching, that secret they will keep
The Watcher is frustrated, he wants to know why
The Watcher gets ANGRY! so mad he may cry
The Watcher YELLS! at the watchers, the Watcher abuses by voice!
But the watchers keep watching like they don’t have a choice
The Watcher watches their faces he studies their stance
The Watcher looks on for hours not just a glance
Curiosity sets in, the anger subsided
“I’ll examine this well” the Watcher decided
The Watcher looks all around it then peers the inside
Too dark to see bottom, a good place to hide
The Watcher looks, he stares, he steadies his gaze
A peculiar scent arose, put his head in a daze
He stumbles backward, refocuses eyes
The Watcher stands like a statue, can’t move but he tries
He stares at the sight, can hardly believe
Frozen by fright, there will be no reprieve
The Watcher stands and he stares like the watchers before him
All the watchers scared stiff the sight dreadful and so grim
The watchers all watching, all watching in line
The watchers keep watching bound to watch throughout time
There they all stand watching that plain looking well when...
A new watcher happens upon them, starts watching and then...
~Bödwhíst