Great hulking shape
Lurking white in the reaches of darkness
Tribute and inspiration to the fixtures of Egypt
Barring the stars with the crag of your shoulders
Muzzle raised to the sky, square jaw taut
You hum a growling hymn to the absence of winter moon
And the valley tremors timorous beneath brief feet
Swathed in ignorance to the ways of your kind
Ever present, from the first break of the horizon
Enduring, to the final minute of time
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