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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 […]
The Sentinel II
Fake crumbling granite glares downward at me from wizened stone; he must surely know I’ve watched him shed his grey; wings free He’s left his post, while I have watched him go. I cannot sleep, I dream of gliding stone that hunts my soul, for I have seen His sentience, and my knowledge he would […]
Asylum Glass
When late at night he breaths behind the glass While hanging from my rafters in the dark I feel his fading blood; my heart moves fast, But I am safe from suffering from his mark. Sometimes I look and watch him writhe in hate While hypnotizing me with bloodless eyes, And from my will I […]






