Remnant Poem by Petra Novakova

The shape of a god sculpted by men
Commanding both death and life
Even stars themselves bowed to him
As if he knew of the days to come

The imagined king adored by all
Towering above the feeble minded
Impressive in his mutilated glory
As if fortune was always on his side

The muse of many yet lover of none
Inspiring the foolish to love and lie
All who saw him fell under his thrall
As if the shape of him could not fail

The David of our past revered still
Standing against the tides of time
Head and torso and limbs and will
As if carved from flesh and bone