Before me lie pieces once clayed
shattered from jars carefully constructed
Before me lie cloth now frayed
gashed from tapestries beautifully crafted
Jars of clay moulded
by hand to one day sit upon the altar
Uncountable threads folded
with patience and never a thought of falter
Bits of clay and the dust of faded thread
does no justice to the glory it once beheld
A little boy once thought he owned castles forged from fire and steel
One day the ocean proved they were only grains of sand
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