Eternal Sentinel

In the heart of twilight's embrace, a sentinel stands tall, Its form a beacon of resilience, a monument to time's unyielding call. The numbers etched upon its face, a riddle of the ages, Speak of secrets long forgotten, yet eternally preserved in these pages. The mist swirls around its base, a veil of mystery and grace, Hiding truths that only the bold and brave may embrace. The structure rises, a testament to human ingenuity, A symbol of strength, where the past and future converge in unity. Its glow, a warm ember against the cool blue of the night, Guides the weary traveler, offering hope in the face of fright. The numbers, a code of wisdom, a map to the soul's true flight, Lead us to discover our own strength, in the depths of our own light. For in this sentinel, we see ourselves reflected, A mirror of our journey, a path we must select. Its presence reminds us of the power within, To stand tall, unyielding, as we face life's every sin. Eternal Sentinel, guardian of the unknown, A beacon of hope, where the past and future are shown. In its embrace, we find our courage, our will, our might, A journey of transformation, in the light of eternal sight.