To Hell?

The Beast has not died and gone to hell,
it is here within alive and well.
In trepidation the Dweller waits,
with Guardian and Sentinel.

The Tower lives and walks and sighs,
the Guardian guards and the Sentinel spies.
Serenity, the Beast in sleep,
the Dweller yet unsatisfied.

In force and spirit equal all
in balance each, but each in thrall
The tower, lightening struck it seems
A shivered tier, a broken wall

Wherin now the Dweller bides
The Sentinel and Guardian hides
The Beast awake a rage would take
And only chance can then decide

This should not be, but be it may
Unless man finds another way
It makes no sense, to linger here
Only to fight another day.