Exasperated

The sentinel bears delirium around sunrise

Plagued by phantoms that hallow courts of the gemini

Who would pillage every mounted keystone

Leaving a ruin, as battlements are liminal

This watchman is exhausted, rousing eyes that panic

All night, they patrol the district

Parsing what-ifs to guard versus open palms

Exiled from sleep until the chimes of dawn

Such gatekeeper holds hearings before twilight bells ring

Waking the mercenary, Justice, from illicit rest

To witness that indemnity marks no sound verdict

If consoled only by rumor, when time to dream