Eternal Sentinel
Reflection
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.