Sentinels - Fen

From the moss-wreathed skin

A whisper of eternity

The arms of the soil-bound sun

A heart that beats and speaks in dust

The teeth of worship

Spread their message to the stars

The time etched spine that turns the earth

That builds a bridge beyond

These sentinels stand tall

With roots entrenched in memory’s blood

With silent purpose and astral intent

Forged in the cycles of ages

Broken for the flesh of tombs

Their spectral tongues reach through the atmosphere

To chronicle the churning of civilisations

The sky is a sphere

The sky is sphere in the burning night

As the vacant trails blaze with life

When voices speak the wheels grind

Now torn away from the storm of time

As they haze through endless motion

As the slate boned pylons mark their course

As ancient knowledge floods the graves

These sentinels stand tall

The gate remains unmoved

A monument to the intangible aether

This message faded to ashes

Their cries are as nothing in the spiraling winds

The gate remains unmoved, unbroken

The message faded to ashes

The door now locked on worlds unimagined

The key is lost, unknown, forgotten

Lost, unknown, forgotten