The Sentinels MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The Sentinels

They stand steadfast
At the entrance to the
Forest Kingdom
They are silent sentinels
With rough gray armor
Their many arms
Block the way in
As their green
Plumage blows in the

The winged heralds
Proclaim from atop their
Heads of green
They fend off The Wind,
Time, Sun from the Kingdom
The subjects can rest
Peacefully knowing
The Sentinels, The Guardians,
The Men-At-Arms, The ...
Trees stand guard

by P. F. , Blackstone, MA

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