The Keeper

There she is, in her altar
Shining and divine, the altar...Not her
You can look at her, walk around her
But don’t touch till I say so, I’m her keeper

She’s a little eroded, a little torn
You see that huge chunk gone there?
That was when I stopped watching
When I thought she was safe

Oh she’s beautiful too,
The angle was wrong,
Go around a bit,
Turn... turn... ah!

Now you see what she must have been like
Many many years ago
When she was whole and filled the altar
A perfect fit like so many others

I watch over her every minute
Around the altar I will march till I drop
My shell will last and last
But she wont hold out that long

What will become of me, this world
If she is gone but the shell remains?
She’s so very little now, this soul of mine
I slack a bit and she’s done for