Celestial Citadel

Beneath the azure sky, where dreams take flight, A city of stone and glass, bathed in golden light. Its domes and spires reach for the heavens' grace, A sanctuary where time and space embrace. Each arch and column whispers tales of old, Of empires that rose and fell, yet never told. The fountains sing with water's purest song, A symphony of life, where hope belongs. The viewer stands, a witness to this sight, A soul transformed by beauty's piercing light. For in this citadel, where time stands still, We find ourselves, a part of the eternal will. The clouds drift by, as if in silent awe, At the grandeur that defies the mortal flaw. This is not just a place, but a state of mind, Where the heart can soar, and the spirit can find. Oh, traveler, let this vision be your guide, A beacon of hope in the darkest tide. For in the Celestial Citadel, we see, The promise of a world that could be free.