The Watcher

Obedient observer as though with sightless eyes
plucked out where ruin reigns,
yet still forever watching Man.
Ascent denied  for many seen, but through Sons of God  a new world created-
Daughters of Man conjoined with the Nephilim.
All powerful but fallen, still seeking consorts with mortality.
Rudiments of love passed over.
No demons these but fallen angels whose cascading descent
renders them senseless.
Those envious ones, who remain without form, can never be
Equalled with the fallen ones, who possess that earthly
token, flesh and blood..living, breathing..
To procreate a hybrid race, the giants of man with
the Daughters of beauty.
Demons cursed to wander the earth infinitely- yet ,
can only look on the fallen ones,
who though fallen,  can elect to stand before God
in the splendour of his domain.
The Watcher sees all, knows all but in silence abides
To conserve his judgement  in his own time,
In his own sight,
to a higher  plane.