Protector
Brought to my knees, weary and broken
roar of the battle pulsing in my veins
and I remembered the faceless force
who lain await in the cradle of Musasir
shrouded by time, tattered ruins of memory
and I cried out his name in imploration
the last drop of energy in my wilted voice
for the ancient protector of a valiant people
born from the strength of the Lion
shone with the radiance of the Sun
and from the cradle of unmoving mountains
I felt him stir, woken by a new purpose
for they had fallen on battlefields long ago
and buried him beneath crumbling temples;
where he haunted the earth, restless with purpose
yet still, he felt the discord of an internal wound
one that festered through generations;
and on winged chariot, led by wild beasts
he set out again to protect the people of his name.
Meghri Sarkissian
