Atop the city walls,

Watchmen scan the darkness.

The darkness, a blanket,

Not a warm one on beds,

But a blanket of fear.

Not keeping in warmth,

But trapping in fear.

The darkness, a blanket,

Blinding their vision.

Allowing fear to come,

Hitching rides on bandits,

And joining enemies.

The darkness, a blanket,

Filtering out safety.

Replacing it with fear,

Of whoís lurking outside,

Waiting to attack.

However, soon it would leave.

The blanket would be lifted,

With the dawning of a new day.