Eternal Vigil
Reflection
In crimson cloaks, they stand in silent vigil,
Their faces veiled, their hearts a sacred trust.
The shadows dance upon their solemn forms,
A timeless guard, a ritual of faith.
The red of their robes speaks of sacrifice,
A flame that burns, yet never fades away.
The eyes, though hidden, see the unseen truths,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of the light.
Their presence is a hymn to duty,
A testament to the enduring spirit.
The walls around them whisper of history,
Of trials past and futures yet to come.
In this stillness, we find our own reflection,
For each of us carries a vigil of our own.
The weight of responsibility, the quiet strength,
The courage to stand when the world is dark.
Eternal Vigil, a beacon of hope,
A reminder that even in shadows, we stand tall.