The Veteran's Vigil

In the depths of his gaze, a thousand battles are etched, A topography of trials, where strength and sorrow are met. His armor, a testament to the wars he's fought and won, A shield that guards the heart, where love and loss are done. The lines on his face, a map of his journey through time, A chronicle of the trials, that have shaped his prime. His eyes, like two stars, shining bright in the night, A beacon of hope, in the darkness of endless fight. He stands, a sentinel of honor, a guardian of the past, A keeper of the memories, that will forever last. In his presence, we find solace, a sense of safety and might, A reminder that we are not alone, in the dark of night. For he is the veteran, who has fought for what's right, A hero, worn and weary, but still standing tall and bright.