Eternal Vigil

In the chamber of shadows, where time whispers soft, A tableau of stone and flame, a silent song. The candles stand tall, their golden glow a beacon, Guiding the soul through the labyrinth of the unknown. A statue of grace, draped in the mantle of wisdom, Stands sentinel, a guardian of ancient truths. The stone, cold yet alive, bears the weight of centuries, Its gaze unyielding, a mirror to the inner self. The red curtain, a tapestry of secrets and dreams, Veils the past, yet reveals the eternal. The blue table, a canvas of calm, cradles the sacred, Where the ordinary becomes the extraordinary. In this still life, a symphony of contrasts, We find ourselves reflected, in shadow and light. The journey within, a dance of duality, Where the past and present intertwine, And the soul, illuminated, finds its way.