The Guardian
The dutiful guardian
makes her rounds in
cosmic clockwork.
She patrols as usual
‘round the blue rotunda,
much as she has since
time immemorial.
She has dedicated her life
in service to her detail,
a devoted sentry against threats
from the black beyond.
Always maintaining eye contact,
her craggy countenance
memorializes her many battles
over untold eons.
When the hordes rained
titanic stones upon them all,
the guardian sacrificed her body
to blunt the onslaught.
When celestial storms threatened
to sweep their very air away,
she drew the cataclysmic winds
towards her instead.
Through every chaotic epoch,
across every perilous period,
she has protected them
with affectionate tenacity.
Times were peaceful now
in their pocket of existence,
the grounds now an arboretum
overflowing with abundant life.
It fills the heart of the guardian,
and in this hard-earned tranquility
she is content to mind her post,
forever.
Until the day their sun
dwarves into faded ivory,
the Moon will keep faithful watch
over her beloved Earth.
Posted Nov 24, 2022, 2:45 AM UTC