Eternal Vigil
Reflection
In the stillness of time, a blade stands tall,
Its golden hilt a beacon of ancient might.
Veiled in crimson and azure, it whispers tales,
Of battles fought, of honor held tight.
The sword, a sentinel of bygone eras,
Guardian of secrets, both seen and unseen.
Its presence commands, yet invites reflection,
A silent witness to the passage of time.
In its gaze, we find our own strength,
A mirror of courage, a spark of resolve.
It calls to the warrior within us all,
To rise, to stand, to never yield.
The Evocative Title, a symbol of endurance,
A testament to the human spirit's eternal vigil.