Triumphant Spirit

In the golden light of dusk, a statue stands tall, A woman, proud and fearless, guiding horses through it all. With flag in hand, she leads the way, A symbol of strength, in a bygone day. The horses, majestic, their manes flowing free, A dance of power, a sight to see. The building below, a witness to the past, A story told, forever to last. The clouds, a backdrop, a canvas so grand, A masterpiece, crafted by an artist's hand. The silhouette, a stark contrast to the light, A beacon of hope, in the fading night. A moment frozen, a memory to hold, A testament to courage, forever to be told.