The temple seemed to invert,
The idol in subjugated anger,
As it lay stark upside down,
In full view of a battle of demons.
The demons were two,
And the ground trembled metaphorically
And the temple, in its inverted glory,
Hung in suspended animation,
As the battle unfolded
As he fought his demon,
To believe in an upright temple,
And an idol that seemed to do nothing
But frown at the dissident,
That dared say the idol was but stone,
And the temple but extravagance.
© windrider