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The Keeper

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The Keeper does not sit.
The Keeper does not wait.
The Keeper watches.
The Keeper decides.
The Keeper is not human.
The Keeper is not monster.
The Keeper is the Keeper, the one and the only.


It floats over the sands of time
      Far too high for anyone to see,
      Far too high for anyone to reach.
      And watches to make sure that the sand is falling just right.
      Not too slow.
      Not too fast.
It watches over life and death.
      The dying rose.
      The growing daisy.
      To make sure that both are as supposed to be.
It watches over clouds.
      Rainy.
      Dry.
      Sunny.
      Dark.
      To make sure that the balance is right.
It watches over the stars.
      The secrets they hold no one knows,
          But the watcher.
      Stars to it are not bright lights.
      They are dreams.
      Broken stars are broken dreams.
      Whole stars shining bright
      Are dreams that reamain alive.
      And it watches to see what others dream.


It holds not the wisdom of age,
      But the wisdom of all,
      As age does nothing to wisen.
It has one more tale to tell.
      Though most think it lies.
      It is split through the middle.
Its world is divided into two,
      Because it is better balanced that way.
      One dark and death.
      One light and life.
Its wings,
      Feathery.
      Veiny.
      Angelic.
      Demonic.
      Soft.
      Hard.
Its body... its mask-face,
      Sad.
      Happy.
      Smiling.
      Frowning.
      Black.
      White.
Its hourglass,
      Much time left.
      Barely time left.
      Running quickly.
      Falling slowly.
      Dark metal.
      Light gold.
Its clouds,
      Rainy.
      Sunny.
      Heavy.
      Fluffy.
      Once again,
      Black to,
      White.
Its stars,
      Whole.
      Broken.
      Bright.
      Dull.
      Staying.
      Fading.
Its plant,
      Drooping.
      Blooming.
      Dying.
      Living.
      Falling.
      Growing.


The Keeper will always be there, for......


The Keeper does not sit.
The Keeper does not wait.
The Keeper watches.
The Keeper decides.
The Keeper is not human.
The Keeper is not monster.
The Keeper is the Keeper, the one and the only.
Man, I am SO sorry that I really can't categorize things!
Well, any ways, I really like this poem! It's so cool and has this intiresting feel!
Also, go look at the picture that goes with this poem!
It's a belated birthday present for Austen!
Happy Birthday Austen!
(And sorry it's belated!)
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brunettebeauty's avatar
id say good job and im sure it is...but..im 2 lazy 2 read such a long poem..i still wanna post more..but wills read later OK?