The Guardian

The city overwhelming with darkness,
Drenched in its defying shadows.
Overrun with street rats,
Chewing and sneaking up on you.

So dark, even the light refuses to shine through.
As it sinks into despair slowly,
Into the rot and taint unbelievably terrifying.
Waiting, waiting for chaos to consume it.

Yet the Cerberus protecting it,
waits in patience,
for its turn to strike.
Breaking past the shadows and taint.

It refuses to yield defeat,
manning its helm in the abyss.
Polishing its shield
and shaping its blades.

For this is not its moment yet,
to rid the streets of evil.
Sidewalks of dealers
and hell pit clean of pimps.