The Guardian has stood, silently as stone, for centuries…
Watching, never sleeping, through winter storm,
Moonless tides— watching and waiting
For that which has not yet come.
One day, perhaps he will fall,
Die alone, dissolve unseen,
His absence noticed when the mourning sun
Cries out in vain, announces in alarm he has finally gone.
For now, his solitary duty is performed alone.