Atop his Watchtower, the harbinger waits His trumpets and horns sealed off in their case With glory and failure gripped tight in each hand He spends all his hours surveying the land. With sparkling eyes the fairy queen came She proposed to the Watcher a dangerous game Up went her fiddle and wide went his eyes As he watched her fiddle in her mortal guise. He took up the tune on his ivory keys They played their fair music with unheeded ease She pled with her eyes and he thought with his heart Then he took her fair hand, and they swiftly depart. And the Eternal Watchtower crumbled to dust For in fairy queens, one should never trust.