The guardian epilogue

As we hiked a trail treacherous and rocky

to ruins of a guard that once was mighty.

Excited to scale ventured all in bonhomie,

tourist or pilgrim wondered I of us gypsy.

Through traitorous path as dangers befall,

unto an arch where a gate once stood tall.

Ended the hazards as we entered the wall;

perched there a temple to worship or stall.

Narrated of conquests gory, a text in gold -

"Hundreds of years to first breach its hold"

Once though taken, often the rule did fold.

Pondered us why as the sacred did unfold -

"Harbor no greed had once said the Divine

Know though the other's was His grapevine.

Covet you should not another's will and shrine

Preserve you cannot as the values decline."