It has seen the face of challenged words cast upon it.
The shades of smoky transformation.
Saw the blankness of the sheet slowly change to show,
A masterpiece; a perfected, faultless creation.
It has seen the every age being stepped,
Until deaths shadow darkened the day.
It observed the depth of complex conceptions,
As they began to shape their own way.
It has heard repeated rhymes spoken from intellect,
As they were fashioned into a form of art,
It listened to the words read aloud to thin space,
Language in complexity, words from a sacred heart.
It now stands tall, time passes but it reminisces
The endowed force still lingers near, as darkness falls.
The power they hold but may never release,
The wonder they had witnessed being Shakespeare’s walls.
