Iron Sentinel (I Am)
I stand unyielding as the storms arise,
A monument to resilience in despair,
Against the shifting tides and searing skies.
Each trial thrown is met with calm surprise,
In shadows where the weakened tend to scare,
I stand unyielding as the storms arise.
No tremor shakes this fortress of my guise,
For frailty’s whispers never grip my lair,
Against the shifting tides and searing skies.
The world’s grim chaos, with its cold disguise,
Finds no chink in the steel of my own fare,
I stand unyielding as the storms arise.
My steadfast might, where broken hearts do cry,
Keeps raging tides and tempests in their snare,
Against the shifting tides and searing skies.
I bear the weight of trials, grim and wise,
In battle fierce with demons I declare,
I stand unyielding as the storms arise,
Against the shifting tides and searing skies.