Oh, saintly figurine,
Dispell forlorn intrigue,
Do not weep for me,
But for deeper things,
Hidden meaning,
Abstract reason in truth,
When the embittered cold,
Takes a hold,
And perishes at touch,
And all off-shoots of such,
Unpick the rhetoric,
Demolish the demon of despair,
The beauty of unknowing,
Right up until the end,
All is silent all is fair,
Finger of the maker,
Portion of unified force,
You wear many masks,
In action and in fault,
Put away the sword,
Bring a lantern to our tasks,
And watch over as we evolve.
Rowan Blair Colver