The Broken Pagoda

As time smears, the toil of twelve years,

Hiding a story that deserves no glory,

Only silent crackle of breaking stones.

The seven raging horses, still tied,

To an abandoned chariot that waits,

To touch again, the hands of the teen artisan,

The only one who could lay the crown,

To the grand abode of the lord of light,

But alas, it also bears the plight,

To see him jump into the cruel waters,

I feel that why it choose to be broken,

Choose not to be a temple, for it's one

True devote had made it pious,

By a sacrifice much beyond his age.