Standing, waiting, watching, for good or ill,
Your snowy face has slowly turned to stone,
Your ancient soul has had nowhere to roam.
Travelled long through stars and magic,
Statue, you found answers tragic.
Cracking stone, a foot does rise,
And creaking bones now reach for skies.
Dust has crumbled from your mouth
And the bonds of your mind have fallen south.
Limbs twisting in first freedom known in years,
Now you may revel in sweet joys made of tears.
Passive fires have lit and burn as beacons.
The earth now breathes again as you awaken.
And titan fists now flex within their casing,
A stone heart beats a rhythm that is racing.
Piercing eyes now stare across hidden lands,
And arms stretch out to take them by the hand.
Goddess, you have been so long in slumber,
Words all that was heard of your sweet thunder.
Quiet whispers haunting minds that heard
The dormant power of your spirit's word.
But here, the light now grows within the shell
And life returns to break the statue spell.
First raised, then lost to darkness, pain and death,
Wanderer, you may finally draw breath.
(August 2013)