Lest Darkness Fall

Morning breaks sharply
With ivory and gray
Cast on the sky
Throwing shadows from shapes
Standing starkly in the sun
Shapes that have stood
Since the beginning of our time
Watching over freedom
Taking shape in the dawn
Unknowing which way
Winds will blow
Through civilization’s cradle
Guarding yet its secrets
Lest darkness fall


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