Silence in the Sand
In a flowing field overlooked by great ruins, where the wind blows steadily through the grass. Over a slight slope where only the high suns rays do reach. Serenely under the vast evening sky a titan stands, its cape flickering as if a flame, fluctuating at the whim of the wind. Its features are worn, telling of its lifes hardhips. It's sad unmoving brown eyes, preaching just the same.
Far beneath the waters of an endless sea, where only the gulls travel. Down through the tides, to a forgotten plateau, built by names unknown. A monument rises, its head upturned towards the sun it can never see. It's blades from an ambitious existence at rest. The graceful blade that gave it peace upon its helm.