As the night of a new dawn shine bright
Rusty and old here I sit and watch
Like sentries surrounded
Standing by are the soldiers of old
Guardian’s vigil at the light
A warm frosty breath swirl around me
Silent deafening to the roar of the caps on the front
Dancing blue with the white of wind
Surrounding twin giants who play with little
From black to gray to white
I count the moon with each passing light
An empty house silently prays
Solace found no more
From east to west they go
Over and down the rise they rest
A mournful cry of memory lest forgot
The ebb of time has split
Waltzing to and fro salty tendrils flow
When the feather sheds its moon
Fresh joins the salt
Rooted deep in the land
The will of Our besieged
The cadence of ancient whisper bear scars of our sorrow
Lulled by the song of our dance
Time has born endurance
Tall as strong they stand
with each passing fall
Bound to a rock born by many
I watch the rise that surrounds us all
I cannot stand nor leave
As the chill of shadow melds away
Birth of dawn paints the day