The Colossus of Rhodes

I kneel at your feet,

oh mighty god, Helios,

honoured to be

on your marble plinth.

I bow in reverence - dare not gaze

at your crown of sunbeams

for too long.

 

Bronze was a material worthy

of you, though beneath the sky we are all

inferior. Your strength and your power we can

hardly conceive.

Is that why such distance is required

between our forms? Are there times

when you cannot bear to see us?

 

At sunset, a rainbow envelops you:

a myriad of colours you chose to

dazzle us with. Forever you will hold

a torch to the sky: to point out with pride

your kingdom and home; a symbol of hope and

your glory to your people, and the sight of you is

amazing.

The End

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