Sacred Vigilance

In the shadow of grandeur, a figure stands tall, A silhouette against the golden light's call. The Vatican's dome, a beacon in the sky, Guides the guardian through the twilight's sigh. With cloak flowing like the night's dark wings, The watcher holds the sacred, mystic rings. The city's whispers fade into the breeze, As the divine light weaves its sacred ease. In this moment, time and space entwine, A dance between the earthly and divine. The guardian's vigil, a sacred trust, A keeper of the faith, in the golden dust.