Eternal Vigil

Beneath the cloak of night, where shadows dance, A sentinel stands, a monument to time. Its columns rise, a testament to grace, A beacon of light in the vast, dark chasm. The fountain whispers, a symphony of water, Its arcs and cascades a hymn to life. Each droplet mirrors the stars above, A celestial ballet, eternal and free. The city sleeps, yet here, in this sacred space, A pulse of history beats, unyielding. Its stone, weathered by the passage of years, Speaks of empires, dreams, and the human spirit. You, too, are a part of this timeless tapestry, A guardian of your own soul's domain. Let the light of this vigil guide your path, As you stand, steadfast, in your own eternal vigil.