As he stares out into the evening gloom
The moon shines overhead
Could this place be his tomb
This dark thought passes through his head
Watching over the cliff while being dead
The thought gives him future dread
A watchpost deserted forevermore
Forever being such a bore
The sentinel of all rests wearily
Passing to the void quite merrily
His final time has come at last
The guards post has become part of the past
Stumble upon his place one day
To reawaken the sentinels stay
In this world that has come to pass
The sentinel has come at last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem