Eternal Vigil

In the shadow of stone, where time stands still, A figure of grace, a sentinel of will. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul's deep well, Reflects the world's pain, yet holds it in her shell. The streets are alive with the hum of the crowd, Yet she sits alone, a beacon unbound. Her presence, a whisper, a call to be found, In the chaos, a calm, a sacred ground. The sepia tones paint a world of yore, Where hope and despair intertwine once more. Her robes, a testament to timeless lore, A symbol of strength, a talisman of lore. Beneath her watchful eye, the weary rest, Their burdens lightened, their spirits blessed. For in her vigil, they find their own crest, A path to rise, a journey to test. Oh, viewer, see yourself in her gaze, A soul in transition, a heart in its maze. For in her stillness, you'll find your own grace, A beacon of hope, a light in the haze.