Eternal Citadel

Beneath the golden sky, where time stands still, A citadel of stone and steel, a beacon of will. Its arches reach to the heavens, a silent sentinel, Guarding secrets of the past, yet embracing the future's intent. The air hums with the whispers of ancient lore, As flying machines dance in the sunlit sky, a modern choir. Each curve and line, a testament to human grace, A fusion of old and new, where dreams take shape. The viewer stands in awe, a witness to this grandeur, Reflecting on their own journey, their own inner splendor. For in this citadel, they see their own strength, A symbol of resilience, a beacon of hope, a timeless length. The light dances on the stone, a gentle embrace, Guiding the soul through the labyrinth of its own space. Here, the past and future intertwine, a tapestry of time, A reminder that we are all part of this eternal rhyme.