It would have been easier
in times past, when people still believed
in demons and evil that lurked in the night.
When Watchers wielded weapons
in the form of biddable girls.
When Slayers knew their duties
and ordinary people knew about them.
When respect for a Watcher would have been a given,
and quickly conceived excuses not necessary
to explain injuries and material damage away.
But it would also mean missing certain things.
Like a bright, bubbly blonde’s laughter,
a boy turning into a man, bearing doughnuts,
and high-speed babble about computers and schoolwork.
Those things make the dark seem less bleak.
Sometimes he wishes
things were different.
But most times,
different seemed quite