against the wind and water too
against the shadows he stays true
against all good and every blue
stands the watchful sentinel

he watches over day and night
he watches over every fright
he watches over with all his might
the might of the standing sentinel

he stands against all crippling odds
he stands against all swords and rods
he stands so long, tall like a god
the otherworldly sentinel

come rain, come fire
come peace, come dire
come torch-lit pyre
still stands the sentinel

no human, no beast
no fae, and no feast
no world that has ceased
could move the watching sentinel.