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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 sculpture’s a looming host A stone sentinel cut from granite grey I never fail to notice his weathered post That gives security during the […]
One Sword
Through biting chill I grip my silver hilt, A burning cold that tears my fingers raw The power I face gives fear I’ve never felt Yet strength within defies all natural law. His sorcery saps away my hope and pride Exuding from my life the will to win But from my heart I get 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 […]






