Eternal Vigil
Reflection
In the shadowed streets where hope seems lost,
A figure stands, a sentinel of grace,
Her gaze a beacon through the veil of night,
A silent witness to the world's despair.
The faces below, etched in the dust of time,
Seek solace in her presence, a calm embrace.
Her form, a statue of enduring strength,
A symbol of resilience, a timeless grace.
The walls around her bear the scars of years,
Graffiti marks the passage of the lost,
Yet her presence softens the harsh lines,
A reminder that love endures, a steadfast force.
In this tableau of human struggle and hope,
She stands as a bridge between the seen and unseen,
A guardian of the soul, a beacon of light,
Guiding the weary through the darkest night.
For in her eyes, the viewer finds a mirror,
Reflecting their own journey, their own strife,
A call to rise, to stand, to be the light,
To carry on, to find the strength to thrive.