Devotion

I am lifeless, coldest of the coldest Sculptures of stone . An alter lies barren With my name No hymns are sung No flowers adorn my halls. Where once you came And prayed Asked me for joy Love, victory . Great conqueror Hero of war, you Came with faith Washed my feet Ever so gently And you prayed And I gave, wholeheartedly. Only here, with your head bowed low I have seen you weep. I blessed your battle axe I let your tears wash away the blood in your hands graciously. And ever so softly you said your prayers with my name . I was the god of war And you were the hero, King, mighty warrior, But I was the only one Who saw you at your weakest. When you cried with your head at my feet I felt your pain. Truly devoted , you were of faith But I was the devoted. Only in your presence was my temple holy Only in your prayers I learned what faith was. I wished I could melt, Stoop down and pray, cry with you. Wished to hold you close to my heart of stone. You went to war And in some foreign land you fell. I couldn't protect you there , you were too far away. And they came for me. I was never so helpless and alone, Never so broken . They stripped me off the gold you had me wear, Of all the beautiful decorations they stripped me naked. Left me alone, twisted and broken. I your deity no longer devine, fell. O king, Now you are a flower in some strange land I am dust, Lifeless and Grey. Say one of your prayers son. Pray to the winds Perhaps she will take me along and Spread me over your body