It sat on my heart, slowly beating its steady drum
setting brick by brick, sealing with mortar
caging in the noisy beast, teaching it silence.
She stood guard outside the stronghold
sword ready, shield balanced on forearm
gazing into the distance, watching for him.
But not only him posed a threat, hawk eyes
prepared to dodge the piercing arrows
as they try to strike the cage, red blood
spilling over. The Guardian knew better.
She struck first, slicing the wooden shafts
in half, splintering their sides. They were not good
enough to get past the Guardian, for she could hear
the quiet wisp of an arrow through wind,
the stone heads attempting to burrow into flesh.
She saw him in the distance, crouched for an attack,
but as he ran, legs churning, she braced her shield,
drew her sword, and charged.
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