Elder's Vigil

In the stillness of the night, an elder's gaze pierces the veil, A sentinel of stories, woven in every line and tale. The feathered crown, a symbol of wisdom and might, Guards the secrets of the past, in the silence of the night. The painted face, a canvas of a life lived, A testament to trials, and the strength that's given. The earrings whisper tales of a culture rich and old, A heritage that's passed down, like the stories told. In the darkness, a light shines bright and true, A beacon of hope, for me and you. The elder's vigil, a watchful eye, Guards the traditions, and the stories that never die.