[Poem] Stone Sentinels

Stone giants stand, a stoic row,
Their shoulders bear the weight of old.
Etched whispers on their weathered brow,
Of empires lost and stories told.

Through sun and storm, they've watched it all,
The rise and fall of mortal things.
A silent witness, grand and tall,
To fleeting joys and sorrow's stings.

They hold the weight of sacred halls,
And temples reaching for the sky.
A silent strength that never falls,
A timeless mark, where shadows lie.