Thirty years I've stood before the seal with this same face. Lately I check the door twice before sleeping.
I saw you on the basement stairs at two in the morning.
If you're checking twice, check my door too.
The tower is still standing because someone doesn't sleep.
Thirty years I've stood before the seal with this same face. Lately I check the door twice before sleeping.

The third sigil of the nine ranks was off by half a span. It wasn't yesterday.
I doubled the night watch from two to four. Nothing happening since bothers me more than something would.

I visited my teacher's memorial three days late. Whenever I go on the exact date, someone always seems to have been there first.
I saw a young mage sorting the registry at three in the morning. There was one like that thirty years ago too. She's an Elder now.
I left the misaligned third sigil unfixed and copied it exactly into the diagram. Fix it now, and no one will ever know how much further it drifts next time.
Since the frost set in, I've cut the night watch back from four to two. I take the two remaining posts myself.
I put the girl from three in the morning in charge of a registry volume. I told her not to copy my handwriting, and already three pages are identical to mine.