Arched over holding onto the world
Your grip is tight, your try to keep hold
Others gaze from all around and sing with glee
Stoically silent, not a sound
Alone you are, no others to see
Your passion glares in colours unfurled
Precious light, you look down on gold
Yet value of material is of no worth to you
Majestically etherial
Alone you imbue
Into their tales, their culture, their dreams you lie curled
Inspiring the height of ideas & stories to be told
Integrated into myth, the audience can see no wrong
Magical monolith
Sing to their song
Nothing in its all, into which you are hurled
Night, like passing time gets more and more bold
Untamed, untempered, you will be thrown into their mind menagerie
To beseat the true throne
Living on in abject memory
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