The Statue of Nornity
A face encrusted with coral and barnacles galore
Stares up at me with doleful eyes
From the writhing sea-floor.
Once a magnificent thing of pride
It glowed above the surface
Holding torch perhaps and sporting crown
It fell once and now
Lies upon the seabed like a corpse in its coffin
Collapsing with the hands of time and yet
Still standing there and here around,
Once a thing that stood so proud
In the noble Shee square
Wreathed in glory and shine and grace
Once with an honorable and spectacular face
Now lying so miserably and wretched here below.
It stares at me with liquid eyes as if begging me to help
But what am I to do as yet
With such a pitiful little whelp!
With crusted ear and rotting head
It lies so still and full of dread
Once shining up above with glee
It now faces time's destiny.
A mysterious holder of the truth
But yet one says it cannot be
For how could the most splendiferous creation of the Shee
Be below under the sea?
A mystery that no one knows
And never will as time passes hence
And whereupon the enigma
Will be a dilemma
To philosophers and truth-seekers
Who search for truth of those
With flask and syringe and genetic-beaker.