The walls are high
The moat's waters deep
Now is the time
For those to sleep.
Not for us this nightly splendour
In the darkness vigilance craves
A night of peaceful grandeur
Yet evil hides in night's muted eves
Alertness needs no surrender.
We may lurk, yet never pry
We may seek, but seldom witness
We may listen, yet not hear
We may speak, long silent tongues.
Night's shadows melt, as daylight triumphs
Walls still standing
No stone loosened
Or moat's waters rippled
Now is the time, our daily splendour.