The Guardian. Part I

Blood runs cold in veins,
But he was not scared.
Hanging on the golden cross,
Man falls into an eternal sleep.

He remembers all his actions,
The all evil intents or dreams;
Did he deserves punishment,
Hanging at the earthborn judgment?

He did not make the another,
For what could kill him,
But somebody to become to listen him?
And, incidentally, happiness aren not in this.

Hanging, the guy thinks about her,
That with all his heart longed;
And if he had foreseen this,
Then earlier would to kisses a girl.

Closing his eyes, the guardian wearily sighed,
And tear walked on the cheek.
He was not to take a that proud oath,
Which always bore on the himself.