The Watcher

She always look up in the sky
As she stands on guard each day
Hoping to see the angels fly
With their blonde locks, shields
and sun charged fiery swords
And no need for spoken words
She hopes to see them fight away
the evil hordes of snake tongued,
one eyed, furry creatures
That come crawling from earth molten center
through putrid manholes and
stagnant rat infested sewers
She always look down to her feet
Hoping to escape the slithering
Grounds from a billion death defying
hungry as fuck armored roaches
Standing for what she believes is right
until the night finally approaches