The Guardian

Guardian lion

The sinew that binds
blood and bone
strains against the soul.
Flesh heaving
against its own limitations.

A blue steel sword
tarnished green glows
pulled from its gold scabbard
ghostly in amber light.
A virgin blood bath
it awaits to complete.

Rapt in his own purity
his armor rusts as he stands in a deluge.
Overlooking barren fields
of rotting thatched huts,
a guardian for the times.

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