He stood a sentry
Armor shimmering in the sun
Out of place and time
Yet ready to face new days
He stood a beacon
Triggering imagination
Calling for adventure
Harkening others to his lair
He stood an echo
Clamoring sound of metal
In a desolate landscape
Singing distant memory
He stood a man
Gilded in mystery
Behind a mask of forgetting
Daring others to step aside
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