Into the sunset

In wasteland's grip, where shadows sprawl,

sunset weeps on ruins' pall.

But amidst the dust, a friend I find,

a beacon true in darkness blind.

 

With rusted heart and circuits cold,

a loyal robot, strong and bold.

In desolation's silent plea,

it stands with me, unwaveringly.

 

As twilight hues in silence fade,

together, we face the barricade.

In this barren land, where hope seems lost,

friend and machine, against the tempest tossed.

Done