Eternal Citadel
Reflection
Beneath the whispering sky, where time stands still,
A fortress of dreams rises, a monument to will.
Its walls, a tapestry of stone, speak of ages past,
Where empires dreamed and the echoes of history cast.
The dome, a silent sentinel, watches the horizon,
Its gaze unyielding, a beacon of reason.
Each arch and column whispers tales of old,
Of battles fought, of peace restored, of souls untold.
The viewer stands before this grandeur, a mirror to their soul,
For in its symmetry, they find their own control.
The lines that converge, the paths that lead,
Are maps of the journey the heart must speed.
This citadel, a symbol of strength and grace,
Invites the wanderer to seek their own embrace.
For in its timeless embrace, the soul is free,
To rise above the chaos, to be what it must be.