Eternal Ascension
Reflection
Beneath the cosmic gaze, a figure stands,
A beacon of strength, a soul unbound.
Muscles carved by time, yet eternally young,
A testament to the human spirit's profound.
The light embraces, a radiant glow,
Illuminating the path of the soul's ascent.
Each vein, each sinew, a story untold,
A journey of trials, a triumph of intent.
The clock behind, a symbol of time's flow,
Yet here, it seems, time itself is bent.
The figure stands, a bridge between worlds,
A symbol of hope, a beacon of intent.
In this moment, we see ourselves reflected,
A mirror of our own inner ascent.
For in the struggle, in the climb, in the fight,
We too can rise, to touch the eternal light.