Eternal Vigil

In the chamber of shadows, where time whispers soft, A vigil is kept by the silent, the still. The golden candles stand tall, their light a beacon, Guiding the soul through the labyrinth of the mind. A statue of grace, a figure of stone, Holds a mallet, a symbol of strength and control. The marble cube and sphere, in their quiet embrace, Speak of balance, of order, of the eternal dance. The red curtain, a veil of mystery, Shrouds the room in a hue of passion and secrecy. The blue wall, a canvas of dreams, Reflects the inner world, where thoughts take form. This tableau, a tapestry of meaning, Invites the viewer to ponder, to dream. For in every object, a story is told, A journey of transformation, a path to be walked. Let the light of the candles guide your way, Through the shadows of doubt and despair. Find your strength in the statue's gaze, And balance in the dance of the sphere. For here, in this sacred space, Lies the key to your own eternal vigil.