Silent Vigil

In the stillness, a vigil is kept, A marble figure stands, serene and deep. The candelabra's golden light ascends, A gentle dance of shadows, a peaceful trend. The red curtains whisper secrets untold, As the stone pedestal bears the weight of old. The rough-hewn rock, a testament to nature's hand, Lies beside the chisel, a creator's tool, so grand. The blue tablecloth, a canvas, smooth and wide, A stage for still life, where objects reside. In this quiet scene, a story unfolds, Of art and history, of moments to be told. The statue watches, a silent guardian true, As the candles burn, their light shines anew.