Vertical Majesty
Reflection
In the ascent of blue and gold, a figure stands,
A sentinel of steel and shadow, bold and cold.
The stairs ascend like steps to heaven's gate,
Where power and purpose intertwine, fate.
The sword, a symbol of strength and will,
Cuts through the air with a silent thrill.
The puffer coat, a shield against the chill,
Yet warmth within, a heart that still.
The sunglasses hide eyes that see beyond,
Through layers of time and layers of stone.
The journey upward, a path unknown,
Yet steady, resolute, a soul alone.
This is not just a climb, but a climb of the soul,
A journey where courage and will are told.
The yellow and blue, a canvas of dreams,
Where every step echoes with silent screams.
For in this ascent, we all find our way,
Through the trials of life, the light of the day.
The sword, a metaphor for our inner might,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
So climb, dear viewer, climb with grace,
For in the climb, we find our own majestic place.