Eternal Citadel
Reflection
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.