Majestic building,
Of smiling marbles!
You stand on the hill,
As a Patriarch whose ready,
To lead his people;
In your bricks,
The human Unconscious is inscribed,
By weeping veins,
And mourning eyes,
But neither of them
Will break down,
Your solemn height;
You, a lost souls\' shelter!
You, a bridge-way to the Anachronic!
Your gates will remain unopened,
Until a free Sheppherd gets into,
And unleashes a fiery Hybrid,
To conquer your silent Kingdom!