The Preserver

I hold the eyes that behold the beauty
It tells the tales of God's existence
An immaculate art, unerring creativity
Only blunder be in the missing timelessness
Consumed by illness, ageing and mortality
I, the chosen one to rectify his disgrace.

Her hair, the color of sky in the dusk
The doe eyes unresponsive to light
Porcelain body under the fabric husk
Flawless skin growing cold and white
Into my head, flies a numbing musk
Conceiving the ruins leaves me in fright.

So welcome to my realm, unknown and untold
Inside glasses, beauty is unchanged and eternal
The frozen air pierces my heart so cold
Preserved in the burning scents of formol
18 eyes stare as I cast her in a wax mold
Burns my eyes and the tears they fall.