The Venus on her pedestal, a small sculpture of vast horizons,
Is a fragment of ceramic that speaks of eternity.
In her modest form, she holds both sky and earth,
An ancient warrior, yet without a sword,
Bearer of peace in a world of war.The pedestal that lifts her is not a throne of power,
But an altar of silence, where beauty is her weapon.
Her hands, that neither grip shields nor spears,
Caress the air with a disarming sweetness,
Every curve of her body a song of harmony.
And as time flows and empires fall,
She remains there, proud and silent,
An icon of strength that does not shout,
A queen without a kingdom, yet she reigns
Over the hearts of those who gaze upon her, in search of an ancient peace.