It was a proud thing

before it fell before the sand

unbreakable stone

in the image of some long dead king.

His face is gone when he rises again,

Pride returned of old.

Worn, but still powerful

symbol of lost wisdom in the cold.

They shall raise him up

He shall stand once more.

He shall stand once more

gazing from long dead eyes

recast in memory

A ghost with jewelled eyes.