Eternal Vigil

Beneath the arch of time, where shadows dance, A figure stands, a sentinel of grace. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul's embrace, Reflects the echoes of eternity's chance. The purple haze, a veil of mystery, Envelops her, a guardian of the night. Her presence, steadfast, in the fading light, A beacon for the lost, a guide for the free. The archway, ancient, speaks of bygone days, Its iron grid, a web of history's threads. She stands, a symbol, where the past and present melds, A silent witness to the world's decay and praise. Her robe, a tapestry of shadows and light, Whispers of wisdom, of the eternal fight. Through her, we see the journey of our plight, A soul's reflection, in the mirror of her sight.