Inky the Writer

Silent Sentinels

By

Old Mazara

Under a moons’ watchful eyes, they[1] gathered, shadows merging with the night. Silent Sentinels, their purpose clear, each breath a pledge, each heartbeat a fight. No words were spoken, yet their message rang, in the Silent Vigil[2] they so bravely sang.

With placards like shields and resolve as their sword, they stood firm and unwavering, a unified accord. The night air whispered, carrying their silent cry, for justice, for change, under the starlit sky.

The City[3] slept, unaware of the watchers bold, but the stars bore witness to the story they told. A tale of struggle, silent but fierce, of a battle fought without a word to pierce.

Their shadows stretched long, a testament to their fight, silent warriors in the quiet of the night. And though no voice was raised, their message was clear, echoing through the silence, for all who wish to hear.

As dawn approached, with its first light so tender, the silent sentinels stood, guardians of the splendor. Their vigil ended with the morning’s embrace, but their silent message left an indelible trace. In the heart of the city, under the watchful sky, the Silent Sentinels’ vigil will forever lie.[4]

[1] Members of a growing movement. – Bobik Galo

[2] The first one, in I.C. 1581. – B.G.

[3] Core City. – B.G.

[4] But not lie. – B.G.