Pygmalion

I loathe these hours of dormant torment
Fury clenches the chisel within my fist
Microscopic rainbows gleam
across a fading sheet of mist
A hungry hunter awakens
Breaking the shell off perfection's form
hammering out angelic angles
Duplicating, Replicating, Recreating
an image lost and loved, once known
Immortal soon in sacred stone