Eternal Cipher

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A sentinel of stone stands tall and gray. The obelisk, a mystic pillar, glows With hieroglyphs that whisper secrets as it grows. The language of the ancients, lost to time, Echoes through the misty, mystic clime. The stone, a canvas, wears the weight of years, As mystic symbols tell the tale of tears. In this forgotten place, where ruins reign, The obelisk stands guard, a beacon in the pain. A keeper of the past, a guardian of the tale, It shines with an ethereal light, a mystic veil. The misty veil that shrouds the ancient ground, Lifts to reveal the secrets that lie around. The obelisk, a symbol of a knowledge old, A testament to mysteries yet untold.