A fool’s madness
That’s my folly
Though some may say I’m sane

Carved from marble
A hardened statue
That you ‘d never claim

Should I intone
Make pronouncements
An oracle at Delphi?

Or a goddess
Aloof, remote
You’ll never catch my eye

I may step down
From my throne
My lofty pedestal of gold

Perhaps relent
Perchance I’ll thaw
No longer cruel and cold