Guardian

Hidden bows, behind the fog
Mesmerized arrows towards the log
Few connected the opening void
Some teared the venture droids

Fell towards the deathsea shore
Being a guardian of a palace door





An eye stitched to the pointy head
Of a weapon aimed to human shed
Lying broken on a scattered rock
Listening gala of fear and shock

Head smashed towards the floor
Being a guardian of a palace door





Intemperate boots slashed the chest
Of the Warriors protecting the west
Commencing the attackers leading way
Against the shouting and dreadful prays

Restless mind which never endure
Being a guardian of a palace door

An eye leads to the spellbind light
Where soul urge to take a flight
Steering to a place which offer peace
Lightening the weight of the armour steel

Still, flesh demand regress the soul
For guardian’s duties of a palace door