The Night Watch

The Night Watch
The Night Watch

The Night Watch

It is in the dark when footfalls are heard
Along these otherwise deserted halls
The skeleton night staff walk on by
When they hear the prisoner cry

The rubber soles on the officers feet
Creak and squeak along the halls
It is the sound of those who walk
And in silent whispers talk

To while away the long, long hours
Of the night the only sound
Is the clink of keys in leather pouches
As along the hall the night watch marches

It is the noises so profound
In a place of such despair
To which we drift off into sleep
Until the morning light appears

The night watch leave, their duty done
And as we see the rising sun
We wake to yet another day
A day the same as all before

David Palethorpe