Sacred structure with mystical power,
Faces of five with sides of four by three,
Temple of gods, tombs of dead, above tower.
Ages of man across continents, we
Came to shape, to form, to build where they stood
Little rest from toil, fashioning details,
Made of metal, glass, crystal, stone or wood
Free from glue, mortar, screws, nuts, bolts and nails.
Once finished, festivals cut across classes,
Processions, worship, awe inspiring sights
Entertain, enthral and engage the masses;
“What a joy, a night to rival all nights”
While deep below lie secrets of the dead,
Curses to strike fear of the heart and dread.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved