Ethereal Vigil
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light whispers soft,
A figure stands, a sentinel of the night's profound.
Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the stars,
A silent witness to the world's unspoken scars.
The crimson rose, a symbol of her heart's desire,
Burns bright against the darkness, a flame of fire.
Her presence, a paradox of strength and grace,
A guardian of the unseen, a keeper of the space.
The window frames the city's silhouette, a dream,
Where dreams and reality blur, a fragile stream.
Her eyes, a portal to the depths of time,
Hold the secrets of the past, the future's rhyme.
In this stillness, she stands, a beacon of hope,
A testament to the enduring power of the soul.
For in the darkness, where the light seems lost,
She reminds us of the beauty that is not.
Ethereal Vigil, a guardian of the night,
A symbol of resilience, a beacon of light.