Guardian

1.

Forgive me, lord, I have to wake you now.
Forgive me, lord, you're needed yet again.
The fortress that survived the war unstained
Has almost sunk in Time's most murkiest flow.
Oblivious grass took hold of dried up moats,
Fort batteries are covered thick with dust.
But solid stone of walls has yet to rust,
And Tower, Tower itself has yet to bow.
The core was eat'n by peace, the smokeless fire.
The guards are few. Their look is - hard to bear.
Revenge is long forgotten, skies are clear.
And River Great doesn't bring us Tidings Dire.
No man will turn to look who passes behind.
No sword is ever drawn to prove a word.
Gates opened wide, streets swell with faceless hordes
Though be them friends or foes, none inquires.
Who would believe in songs? Whoever might
have thought of lives thrown selflessly aside?
And those who watched the Boat long expired...
...So if you really were, come back and fight!