Centurion of Stone
Proudly he stands,
the centurion of stone,
alone in his battleground
where winds drape their
coolness against his
sun-baked smile unbreaking
as he defies the forces
opposing his decades of being,
dauntless in his pose,
he holds his thrusting sword
towards a ghostly foe.
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