By John Page
The golden figure stood alone
It stood tall among the shadows
It was a titan
The very ideal of a man

No mere mortal could hope to measure up
To the shear size of it
However, Its very size only highlighted
That is was alone

No one came to honor it
No one bowed down to it
It’s priests were gone
The temple in ruins

What was once a god
Was now but a relic
Of an older time
When men worshiped symbols of gold

Now it is forgotten
Within a city of fallen ideas

Thus faith becomes myth
Myth becomes legend
Legend a dim memory
Memory is forgotten

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