Oh, solemn statue,
What is your story?
You perch upon your marble pedestal
Protecting your environment
With your threatening stare
But in your eyes
I find no menace,
Only loss and longing
What has been taken
For you to assume this sad stance?
And is it your troubled soul
That is represented by your grimace,
Or is it the soul of your maker
Finding no cure for the turbulence in his mind
Only to create himself
In this model of you
From the stone he carved from?
I wish I could find the source of your despair
But since I cannot,
I will leave this gift of a rose
Upon your throne
In the hope that you can find some happiness
In the midst of this gloomy place
Where you have been doomed to stand