Still As Slumber

A remnant of the past,
Out of place in modern times.
I spy a lone soldier standing resolutely,
Partially obscured by midget flakes of black
Yet overshadowed by blooming beauty.
Like a sentinel guarding a fortress
He disallows weary travelers a brief taste of bland.
Yellow bows to red,
Red triumphs over all.
I must take leave now-
Her Supreme Majesty has arrived.

Inspired by a bottle of hot sauce at lunch left over from the night before. Yes, I know I'm weird...