Idolo

Idolo, in marble cold and black, Ancient whispers in the night. Carved with skillful hands of old, Tales of gods and myths untold.

In your gaze, a timeless stare, Echoes of a distant prayer. Symbol of worship, mighty and grand, Idolo, in this sacred land.

From the depths of history’s hold, You emerge, timeless and bold. Idolo, in your silent grace, Time cannot erase your place.

Though empires rise and kingdoms fall, You remain, standing tall. Idolo, a testament to time, In your presence, we find the sublime.