The Echo of the Cretaceous Sentinel

In the twilight's shadows, where echoes linger,

Stands the Cretaceous Sentinel, fierce and untamed.

With deep green scales kissed by hues of flame,

A relic of power in a world not the same.

Its sharp eyes pierce through the mist,

Recalling the forests that no longer exist.

Claws poised for battle, teeth bared in a snarl,

A guardian of legends in a timeless sprawl.

Alone, it stands watch over ages long past,

A symbol of strength in a world moving fast.

Yet in its fierce gaze, there's a story untold,

Of a kingdom once wild, of hearts brave and bold.

It dreams of the days when the earth was its throne,

When valleys and peaks were its empire alone.

Through jungles, it thundered, through rivers it roared,

A titan of nature, revered and adored.

Now, as a phantom in a landscape of change,

It witnesses wonders, both vast and strange.

From iron behemoths that streak through the sky,

To cities of steel that tower and rise high.

Oh, Cretaceous Sentinel, your tale is our lore,

A bridge to a past that we seek and explore.

In your solitary might, there's a wisdom we chase,

A glimpse of our planet’s primordial grace.

May your spirit endure in each fossil and bone,

A testament to life, to the unknown.

For in every heartbeat, in each whispered breeze,

Lives the echo of giants, the songs of the seas.