This is for the voting "week" of February.
Altar GolemWhile once upon a time it slept,
Where shaking knees would bend and kneel,
And deep within its heart, it kept
The secret shames that chanters feel,
When they gave in and simply wept.
But something stirred from deep within,
When sunlight faded into night,
And each confessed and spoken sin,
Was fuel for its immortal might,
And clothed its brawn in stony skin.
With rumbles like the greatest quake,
It flexed its back and rose to stand,
And with the sounds its movements make,
It casts its threat across the land,
And tells the world it's now awake.
Through gnarled trees and mist it strolls,
The sigils etched into its hide,
Though what each glowing glyph controls,
Are answers we will be denied,
As on it treads to unmarked goals.
So stoically it makes its way,
And fears for neither flesh nor wraith,
For all its strength that's on display,
Is built on man's undying faith,
And will not fall or melt away.
But even ancient slabs of stone,
Cannot forever trample on
Those lesser beasts of blood and bone,
With prayers of clerics said and gone,
And so it rests to sleep alone.
Though peaceful now, do not ignore,
This sleeping giant, held in pause,
For when the faithful sound their roar,
Their hymns will rise and they will cause
This Altar beast to move once more.