Slight Of Pen
Statue
Brazen bronze the frozen stare
Innocence vanished, slipped away
Caressing snow falls from the air
White whispers only heard today
Aloft a crown the past dissolved
Deeds forgotten to the past
Metal wings were once involved
But heroes surely never last
An air suspended while all alone
Reaping silence this crop foray
Intense the feelings that once were shown
Disappears among the spirit play
Tainted still this impression old
It bears no crowd, no audience
And though it dwells in icy cold
It was built by hands of warmth immense