Stalks, prowling in shadows
it has no features, yet, it has a name.
Loving surrounding sentinel
My safe zone
Years of neglect showed on the weary faces
trusted guardians of marble creations cemented in place;
They took what was his
tortured, terrorized
Insanity’s pleas of society’s greed
Pandora ’s Box unleashing the need.





Very interesting contest, and your first lines turned into an intriguing poem! Well done 


I actually like this one a lot
15 old applause
