Beneath the moon's soft, silver hue,
There stands a woman, strong and true.
Upon the wall, her story calls,
A testament to courage tall.
Her gaze is firm, her stance is sure,
A symbol of the dreams she bore.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Her strength and grace were dearly bought.
A guardian of the past she stands,
With wisdom held in gentle hands.
Her presence whispers to us all,
The timeless tale of rise and fall.