Eternal Sentinel

In the heart of a city where time stands still, A sentinel rises, a beacon of will. Its form, a monolith, etched with the glow, A silent guardian, a timeless show. The steps ascend, a journey of the soul, Each tread a step toward the unknown goal. The numbers on its face, a cryptic code, A riddle of the past, a promise to be made. The mist swirls around, a veil of dreams, Hiding secrets in its ethereal streams. The city sleeps, yet the sentinel stands, A silent witness to the world's demands. In its glow, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our hopes, our aspirations. The sentinel waits, a symbol of strength, Guiding us through the labyrinth of life's length. For in its light, we see our own potential, A beacon of hope, a path to the eternal.