The Sentinel
He stood at the prow of a mighty war ship
He looked for an omen of the coming battle
..then suddenly
His shield was shattered by a bolt of lightning into a thousand shards
Each reflecting an image of the moon so that a thousand moons spoke to him as they fell into the ocean
Deep splashes of flickering color and sound
At first they shimmered in great brilliance like a thousand stars in the heavens..then
They grew dimmer as they sank deeper into the seas
Dimming and soon extinguished of all light
He saw them like the days of his life
Fleeting and ephemeral
The battle was lost
By me