All hail,
for the storm has come and gone.
And they still stand.
Bright in their armor,
vicious swords in hand.
Lining the wall the sentries speak not a word.
For the storm still screams in the background.
Running, fleeing.
They stand, all hail.
For the storm is chaos,
and they are the rock that it breaks against.
Proud, strong.
Always watching.
Guardians of peace,
Defenders of courage.
Destroyers of chaos.
I may sleep tonight,
for they watch even now.
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