The Sentinel

I stand at the gateway between the things you know
and the things others would have you learn
The Beast awaits ye O Dweller.
Or wait ye in ambush for thyself?
All your pride and arrogance are but memories of the Beast.
Only I stand between ye, and that which would take ye.
I am turn key and Watcher, weaken me not now.
Neither mistake me, I am not Angel or Guardian.
I cannot defend ye against the folly of thine own decision.
I must tend the Beast.
for without that captive of this prisoner,
you would be nothing.