The lone sentinel of the future
The lone wanderer of the constellation
The lone immortal lion endowed with eternal exultation
I sense the refreshing smell of dawn;
The willowing air in ascension burdened,
The grains,withered leaves dancing in the rain song
Which then ceases to fall instead
With magnanimity of harmony
The merciless lust to thrash mortals
Retreats with perchance to the ionosphere,
Heralding the lone sentinel`s splendour.
