The Forgotten Watchman

Title: The Forgotten Watchman

In twilight’s embrace, I stand ever vigilant,
A lone sentry in this ancient, mystical land.
With woven armor and weary eyes,
I safeguard tales and secrets, like grains of sand.
A gatekeeper of mythical whims, my duty withstands.

Through the gates, the enchanted realm unravels,
Where mystical creatures roam and sorcery dwells.
Towers reach to touch ethereal skies,
As whispers of legends dance in heavenly swells.
My papers, my guide, as the stories they compel.

Wielding ink-dipped quills and cautious eyes,
I peruse each parchment, marked by time’s decay.
Verifying truths amidst a tapestry of lies,
I discern fact from fiction, in this role I must play.
A custodian of knowledge, fearsome words I allay.

Yet amidst ancient tomes and celestial quests,
A desire stirs within, a longing I cannot ignore.
A yearning to venture beyond my lore-kept nests,
To cross the borders, cast off the shackle I wore.
To explore the untamed world that beckons, to the core.

But alas, my duty restrains, and I remain,
The forgotten watchman of both fact and dream.
For within the realm’s boundaries, my purpose sustains,
Guiding travelers through realms, it may seem.
Forever entwined in this reclusive regime.

Keywords: twilight, mystical, sentry, tales, ink, longing