If thou... still creeping
Beheld us... still dreading
Thy sinister heights

Thou'd stand as a mere rock for us indeed,
A moloch for worms
A colossal artefact

Guardian and denouncer of the weak
Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thou'd dwell
Trumpets... resounding with cacophony

And smoke... effusing venom
Now ascending Mount Sinai
Whose bounds are trampled down

Since heaped up with the sands of time
Outlived as a moloch for worms
Outlived as a colossal artefact

Monument and monolith of oblivion
Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate
Imperishably.