
The GuardianClosing my shades, and locking the doorThe Guardian by ~ReganSmash33
My soul recedes back into solitude,
For the final eve of my life
The aurora, made me rise
Turned into shadows of high noon
From, the twilight's beauty
Occurred, the blackness from the dead of night
High in a tree my falcon, resides
During the blossoming of the spring flowers
Throughout the sauna of summer
Among the foliage of fall
Then, enduring the ferocity of winter's wrath
But, on this fateful day, a lone owl watched over me
Studying, me throughout the night and day
And brought a terrible madness,
In the stroke of my clock, the sky became gray
With a looming tempest, drawing towards m