Iron Lion

The lion sits out in the heat
To guard the sacred hill;
Past centuries, his iron wrought
By dint of patient skill
 
The sculptor’s name I do not know
But his work fills my mind;
A work of art, a legacy —
A thing to leave

Behind

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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