Eternal Vigil
Reflection
In the chamber of shadows, where time whispers low,
A tableau of stone and flame, a silent vow.
The candles burn, their golden light a beacon,
Guiding souls through the labyrinth of the unknown.
A statue stands, a sentinel of ages past,
Its gaze unyielding, a guardian of the sacred.
The marble blocks, rough and raw, speak of creation,
While the candelabra, ornate and grand, holds the fire of life.
The red curtain, a veil of mystery, conceals what lies beyond,
Yet invites the viewer to peer into the heart of the unknown.
The air is thick with history, with stories untold,
Each object a fragment of a greater narrative,
A tapestry woven from the threads of time.
Here, in this sacred space, the viewer is invited to reflect,
To find their own meaning in the stillness and the light.
The eternal vigil continues, a reminder of the enduring spirit,
A call to embrace the journey, to find the light within.
For in this chamber, the past and present converge,
And the viewer becomes a part of the eternal vigil.