The Silver Watcher waits you see
for those who come to take from thee
the lives of those who guard below
your realm eternal, Tree Sun and Snow

He calls upon the natural powers
who respond from their primal towers
to help protect and persevere
from tainted beings who bring their fear

Banshees shriek across the land
as demon-spawned liches touch with hand.
The Trees themselves fight for life
As sick-lings chop with axe and knife

Mighty Stags are brought to bear
as haymakers fling people through the air
Crow knighted forces now poor forth
and slowly advance from south to north

The day seems grim, all hope has fled
but what is that overhead…
The Moon!
She shines so bright, and red!

Their Moonlit Coven has the power
to bring forth a silvery shower
that maims and burns and cracks and breaks
those fools who stood and did not quake

Some fight on and some do flee
trailing along ordered insanity
Brave warriors pursue through the mist
as Trees revenge and grab and twist

The broken bodies now must face
their nigh ethereal resting place
Forces pull back, to all sides
To other things, to other tides

Yet he remains to watch to wait
the ever-spinning tapestry of fate
In the branches of her tree
His steadfast vigil for to see