Eternal Vigil

Upon the crag where shadows dwell, A figure stands, a sentinel of stone. Her gaze, unyielding, pierces time, A silent witness to the world's unknown. Her form, a fusion of flesh and earth, A testament to nature's raw embrace. The mist that swirls around her feet Whispers secrets of an ancient place. Her eyes, hollow yet alive, Hold the weight of countless years. A crown of thorns, a symbol stark, Marks her as both queen and seer. In her presence, the soul is stirred, A mirror to our own mortality. She stands as a bridge between worlds, A guardian of eternity. Her dress, a shroud of mystery, Covers truths we dare not see. Yet in her stillness, we find strength, A reminder of what we can be. For in her vigil, we see ourselves, Reflected in her timeless gaze. A call to rise, to stand firm, To face the shadows with unyielding grace.