Sentinel of Souls
My awakened eyes seek out the shape and integrity of my charge. Clambering over its stone walls, I see that all has been well as I slumbered. So, I turn my attention toward the souls within. I love and guard them, champion their innocence and happiness.
I cannot do the same for myself, for I was created, not born. Yet, I yearn for communion, for solace. I’m a creature of the night, made without humanity, but for the yearning.