The Sentinel

Tall and proud, standing true

Always there, but never new

So tall and strong

Now the view feels so wrong

You were meant to stay there

You must have been tired since no one cared

In years ahead what will there be?

What will stand where you used to be?

So wise, so strong, so great

Your time was chosen by fate

Still it hasn't dawned on me

No more, no longer, will you be

Strewn amongst your littered corpse

Your image now warps

Now dead and empty, lifeless and dull

You're suddenly null

Long gone, lying still

The hole left waiting cannot be filled