Guardian’s Watch

The Guardian stands above the plain
Surveys the path to rainbow bridge
Keen-eyed stares t'wards middle world
From high upon that castle ridge

With trumpet drawn to warn of first
Approach of those who might intrude
He hears the sound of grass a-growing
Senses keen, a quiet étude

Before the giants come to call
The rage of final battle locked
With flaming sword and serpent venom
Revelation, Ragnarök

Mae West, helmet, Mk VIII goggles
'Chute at ready on the wing
Young men sprint to action, answer
Jarring scramble bell's harsh ring

Gear up, climbing, Merlin roaring
Bandits one-five, sounds the cry
Chime of destiny sends aloft
Virgin guardians of the sky