Seeking guidance against a ferocious factor to better the odds,
Within and about are your tiny Gods.
You are the sentinel that stands mighty and strong,
But the patience of the moody element is enduring and long.
Great monolith glowing through the stormy night,
Sweeping beam upon rocks to show the passage of right.
Saving little Gods in ships on tempestuous seas,
Shinning mighty as they battle driving rain and wicked breeze.
Little by little your foundation will wither and wane,
Time and the elements will continue to gain.
The fickle sea seeping into your imperfect crevices of old,
Your age will tell before that that is heartless and cold.
Gradually your resolve will crumble as time consumes more,
Relentless, unforgiving, driven to the drenched floor.
But for now, continue to serve little Gods like me,
And reign for the moments before what will come to be.
You must continue the persistent weathering duel,
Against she who is patient and cruel.
Remain lord over the passionate green sea,
Pretend to be Neptune for your little Gods like me.
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