A/N: As requested, I did a poem on the Celtic Guardian. Enjoy!

Celtic Guardian: Night of the Warrior

I stand amidst the mists and shadows, awaiting my fate.
Watching and ever patient, hoping for a coming date.
My sword rests by me, that symbol of fearsome might.
Once engaged in battle, this blade shall glow with battle's light.

The heavens above stir, and the stars are arire with shine,
Oh, how I wish to once again wield this blade of mine.
The breezes jostle me, but I have enough strength to lend.
With a sigh, I wistfully wish to throw caution to the wind.

I count the stars through twilight, waiting for a coming sight,
And wishing to once again behold dawn's first mystifying light.
I clutch stubbornly to the glow within my very being.
The warmth within is comforting, despite the darkness I am seeing.

Night proves long, and I persevere to see its end,
So that I may once again battle, as well as defend.

At last, morning arises, and I rise to my feet,
Sword in hand, I remember those enemies I must defeat.
My wait is over, Day has finally come.
Ever stoic, I step forth, for it is Day I must welcome.

My wait is over.