Cyber Sentinel

In a world of shattered light, he stands tall, A guardian of the digital hall, With shades that hide his piercing gaze, He watches over the cyber maze. His suit, a armor of polished steel, Conceals the heart that beats and feels, The tie, a symbol of order and might, Binds him to the code, day and night. The background, a whirlwind of decay, A vortex of wires, in disarray, Yet, he remains, a steadfast form, A beacon in the digital storm. His face, a map of determination strong, A resolve to right the cyber wrong, The sunglasses, a shield to hide, The eyes that see, the truth inside. In this world of machines and cold design, He stands as man, with heart and mind, A sentinel of the virtual gate, A guardian of the digital state.