Luminous Guardians

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, Four silhouettes stand watch, their vigil to enthrall. Beneath the tree's embracing boughs, they gather round, A sacred circle, mystic, profound. The city's pulse, a distant hum, a heartbeat slow, As golden lights, like fireflies, begin to glow. The tree, a sentinel of old, its branches wide, A canopy of wonder, where magic resides. The guardians, statuesque, their forms divine, Adorned with starlight, their essence intertwined. With every step, a story unfolds, a tale of old, Of mystic rites, and secrets yet untold. In this ethereal scene, where dreams and reality blur, The guardians stand, their watchful eyes, a gentle allure. The city's lights, a shimmering veil, a mystic mist, That weaves a spell, a tale of mystic wrist. In this nocturnal reverie, where shadows softly fall, The guardians remain, their vigil, standing tall.