Monday, May 27, 2019

the sentinels

dark monoliths
stand guard
sentries to the unknown
they stood their ground once
against the hordes that came
for their gods and their beliefs
that have now vanished into ash
the skies once blue
are jet black and morose
no starlight to guide any path
that anyone would dare walk
and in the silence when the wind whispers
the old words that were once spoken
to make the sentinels move
that today fall on deaf ears

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