I hear the echoes,
I see the sight
I feel the woes
Of a forsaken light.

I stand asleep
As I look beyond,
A wound skin deep,
As it shatters it's bond

I serve no light
I walk no night
I only survive
With his hard-earned might.

I stand adjourned
As I write this sentry
Yet no one has mourned
For this forgotten memory.


I dunno if this exists or not, but I was bored and decided to write this thing that came to my mind right now.