Silent Vigilance

In the depths of shadow, a figure stands tall, A sentinel of silence, with eyes that enthrall. The weight of wisdom etched upon his face, A testament to trials, and a storied past's dark place. His gaze, a piercing lance, cuts through the night, A beacon of resolve, in the stillness of his might. The folds of his attire, a dark and somber hue, A canvas for the story, of a soul anew. The Latin phrase, a whispered promise kept, A vow of innocence, in a heart that's deeply slept. In this portrait, a man of quiet strength is found, A guardian of the night, with a heart that's unbound. His presence is a balm, to the soul's dark night, A reminder of the power, that lies within our sight.