Wind Sculpted NFT

On plinth of stone, in dark where nothing grows, A hooded form, a silent vigil knows. Barefoot and balanced, gaze fixed on the unseen, A frozen moment, eternally keen. Behind, a cloak, a sculpted, flowing arc, A crescent carved against the waiting dark. Like frozen fabric, or a wave held fast, A si...lent power, from the shadows cast. What purpose holds this sentinel so still? With crescent echo trailing, sharp and chill? A mystery sculpted, ne'er to be destroyed, Poised on the edge, within the endless void. Lit by the lonely glow, the watch unmarred, The Crescent Sentinel, forever standing guard. (more)