A Gaurdian of Ruins

Year poem was written: 2013

      Broken stones have been layered with mold,

          showing their archaic age.

      The dust of time gathers around this city,

          my desolate home.

 

       No other humans wander amongst these streets,

          not anymore.

       The pathways are covered with grass and weed,

          hardly visible these days.

 

       I watch over these tombs of old ghosts,

          searching for their ancient tales.

       I live within the cracked walls,

          resting on the hard grounds.

 

       I am the keeper of great legends,

         preserving their magnificence.

       I am the soldier of history,

         protecting the past.

 

       I am but one single mythical,

         gaurdian of ruins.