Eternal Vigil
Reflection
In the stillness of ages, a blade stands tall,
Its steel a mirror of time, its hilt a crown of gold.
A sentinel of honor, it whispers tales untold,
Of battles fought, of courage, and of souls unrolled.
The wood beneath it, a chest of secrets, holds,
A story of valor, a legacy of old.
The walls around, adorned with portraits bold,
Speak of a lineage where honor is extolled.
The sword, a symbol, not just of might,
But of the spirit that dares to fight.
Its edge sharp, yet its purpose, to unite,
In the heart of every soul, a spark of light.
For in its gaze, we see our own reflection,
A call to rise, to stand, to be a beacon.
Eternal vigil, a timeless affection,
A reminder that strength is found in unity.