Scarlet knights, with plumes and capes,
resplendent together, no thought for their fates.
Sentinels forged, by seed borne before,
survival assured by hereditary law.
They all stand together, their stance back to back,
their vigilance constant, no chance for attack.
The sun beats down on them, from morning till night,
their spirit unscathed, resolute in their might.
Their armour is shining, with helmets held high,
their bearing aired proudly, to desert and sky.
As days turn to weeks, and months into seasons,
their tasks are fulfilled, without rhyme, without reason.
Their armour now ageing, their plumes fading now,
they still stand together with stiff chin and brow.
Till one day they fall, in bedraggled condition,
face first in the earth, that first bore them their mission.
– John Cerlienco © 2009