Eternal Guardians
Reflection
Beneath the weight of time, they stand,
Silent sentinels in crimson's embrace.
Their forms, a testament to ages past,
Guarding secrets, holding the sacred space.
Red cloaks billow like the winds of change,
Yet their resolve remains unyielding, strong.
Columns rise, a testament to power,
Where the past and present intertwine, belong.
Who are they? Are they kings or priests?
Or guardians of a forgotten lore?
Their faces, blank yet full of grace,
Speak of duty, honor, and more.
In their gaze, we see ourselves,
Reflected in the mirror of their stance.
For each of us, a guardian we must be,
To protect what we hold most dear, in this dance.
Eternal Guardians, they stand tall,
A reminder of the strength we all hold.
In their presence, we find our own,
A journey of transformation, bold.