Demons of a guardian

by Ace Von S

A poem I wrote about Horatio and of his life after Marisol died. Rated T for a curse word. R&R. And I do not own, I just play with the characters.

Every morning was hard,
everyday were like a hell on earth,
the evenings worse still,
but nothing could compete with the night.
Long hours in the darkness,
a tortured soul alone.

Ghost of the past lurking in the shadows
never giving him peace.
Images in his head of a time
he was loved
of a time
he loved.

But nights pass
making way to a new morn.
Opening the gates of Hades
that were never closed anyway.

But he could not give up
he had sworn to protect.
A tired guardian
standing alone against
the tides of time and crime.