A Sentinel

A sentinel upon a wall,
Awake within a sleepy town;
No fear of weather, foe, or fall,
Alert for all that’s going down

The cars go by, the people pass:
But still, awaiting Fortinbras,
The guardian sits by the gates
And calmly watches on, and waits

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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