Sentinel

Microcosm of the void

Searing nothingness impacted from beyond

The Veil that was constructed to protect

From hammering heavenly rains of hail

Beneath the Wall, that stands triumphant and abashed

Of the rage it contains to those it loves

One tireless, patient sentinel, maintaining the Balance

Between the bright and the dark, between clarity and clash

This is, perhaps, the end of days

Where the eternal twilight shall eclipse the Source

While once-pure skein bubbles in blisters and boils

There is no Divine Intervention, all Forces ceased to be

What remains is a molten mass of fury, acceptance, and tranquillity