And the Watchmen wander the streets, looking on at the scampering rodents. The flurries and flutter, a wisp of a coat. With weary eyes they usher;
Tick-tock, little rabbits run to your den.
For on this night, hallowed night, We send the world to silence.
Ever still, ever waiting, ever curious in their abode they watch;
And the Watchmen release their hymn to fall on deaf ears.
Let the breeze stir, let the night rise. Oh peace, dear quiet surely now come.
And they huddle, sweet nothings, such dears in their homes; Oblivious, diurnal, and fear of unknown. Eyes drooping and bones weary.
For the world, in one night, the Watchmen did see, as They gaze from the darkening, the mist, while it crept.
Into the crevices, through humble dwellings and at last, their eyes cast upward.
This night, hallowed night, They gifted the world to silence.
The World to Silence – Hymn of The Ancient Ones