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The presence felt alerts the senses strong, An evil essence tightens tired nerves, Disturbs the air and taints it with its wrong; A man alone, no courage in reserves. With weakened knees he falls to stone in fear And cuddles cringing, shivering in despair. Approaching feet is heard by one good ear. He grabs his […]
Fireman’s Age
He walks encased in clinging clothes A prison he forever loathes His gloved hand gives life to all Who mock him with the names they call He saved the very man last night Who turned his back just now in fright At his wrinkled burns that line his skin; Scars of the fire that come […]
The Sentinel
A frozen Demon glaring from above So motionlessly patient during his watch So still he never greets with fear the dove But grants his rigid shoulders for its perch. The scar-cracked sculptureās a looming host A stone sentinel cut from granite grey I never fail to notice his weathered post That gives security during the […]






