Eternal Vigil

Beneath the cloak of night, where shadows dance, A sentinel stands, a beacon of light's embrace. The columns rise, a testament to time, Their silent vigil guarding dreams divine. The fountain's spray, a symphony of grace, Reflects the stars in its mirrored face. Each droplet whispers tales of old, Of empires that once walked these hallowed grounds. The city sleeps, yet here, the spirit stays, A timeless guardian of the past and days. For in this place, where light and shadow meet, We find our souls, a mirror of our feet. The monument, a guardian of the night, A symbol of strength, a beacon of light. It calls to us, a voice that cannot be ignored, A reminder of the beauty we are accorded. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A journey of self, a path of connection. The eternal vigil, a promise unbroken, A testament to the soul's unyielding spoken.