The Watcher Beneath Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Beneath the singing waves of stellar deep, Far, far beyond the mind's untraveled reach, An ageless watcher, wise and vast, Rests within the folded silk of space.

His mind, a map of nameless stars, His speech, the echo of forgotten tongues. He dreams not, for knowledge is his pulse, And thought is his eternal tide.

Great lattice spires of shifting light Spiral in slow, celestial dance, While unseen hands weave destinies From webs of cosmic fire.

There he waits, wrapped in knowing, Feeding on truths lost to time, Until the final dawn ignites the void— Then once, revealed to gods and men, He shall rise, and the universe shall bow.