Sentry of the Hollowed Eve

Fear, vigilance, wither
Arms open wide, accepting of damnation. A large, insane grin from isolation. Crucified and left for the crows to find, Your deep, dead eyes are as endless as time. Your entire existence is to strike fear into anything inhuman that comes near. Motionless but not without purpose, you stand year after year, never losing focus. Imprisoned forever, no will to do. Your black, flying friends are afraid of you. A hollow being without emotion, attracts the worst kind of all attention.