Hit by a storm
Rendered dysfunctional and unsafe
Left alone to face
Ravages of time and seasons.
The Devote worshipper, undeterred
Tempted by your simplified existence
And believed in you.
There you stood
A testament to faith.
A thorn to the fickle masses
Who refuted your existence
And do not truly comprehend.
Yet, the path to you was brambled and wild,
Separating those who had faith,
From those who renounced.
I will never sit there with you.