And the Watchmen wander the streets with a flurry and flutter, the wisp of a coat. With weary eyes they usher;
Tick-tock, little rabbits run to your dens.
For on this night, hallowed night, They send the world to silence.
Ever still, ever waiting, ever stoic they remain;
And the Watchmen release their hymn to fall upon deaf ears.
Let the breeze stir, let the night rise! Oh peace, dear quiet surely now you will come.
For the creatures of this world listen to wicked tales spun by devils. Oblivious to this moment, oblivious to stalkers that roam in the night, oblivious to the silence that the Watchmen shall bring. Their eyes how they sag; their bones brittle and weary. They cry for their saviors, their arms reaching for the sky.
And the Watchmen stay silent.
For the world in one night the Watchmen can see, as They gaze from the darkness and listen to their pleas; the anger, depression, desperation, and pain. And so it begins from the earth it rises, mist flowing like water into cracks and crevices; it fills their homes, it fills their lungs, it fills the space until nothing is left;
Save the mist.
And the Watchmen stay silent. Until at last, all at once, their eyes look to the sky.
This night, hallowed night, They gifted the world to silence.
The World to Silence – Hymn of The Ancients