Jul 19, 2019
Patience
There stands a brilliant monument of virtue Pitted against the elemental forces of uncertainty Worn and withered by waves of apprehension Scoured by scathing squalls of doubt Frustration and unease punctuate the hollow rhythm of the meandering, inexorable march of time. The Keeper watches solemnly atop his tower. Moments stretch into millennia, while only seconds pass Armed with only his will of stone, and faith as his mortar The Keeper silently, but deliberately performs his labor.
