The Night Warden's Master
The Night Warden's Master
The lonely warden picks up his spade
And works the plot where his master laid
To his dismay the rain pours down
Like sweat onto a thorny crown
Tears drip down his face of white
Like chalk dust as he works the night
He knows his masters secret past
Is buried now like a stone been cast
The calling of one who’s doomed to fate
As he drags his heels to the iron gate
And lays his shovel in the spot it’s been
For thirty three years by the woodland green
The wardens days go on remote
As he works the nights in his worn trench coat
By the old oak tree that’s past its best
At the nameless place his master rests
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