The Wall

Inert impassive wall Crevices bellowing clamorous calls Creepers trying to invade it all She stood there listening to it all Wondering how to fill it all Circles, squares Twists and turns Oh how she made it all Filled those crevices With dark hair of highness's Oh the wall With divine face of all Now so bold and up tall Exclaiming of all the walls Wall was her creation Reciting her narration But faded with generation Stood the inert impassive wall For the prolific of all Caught by those creative eyes Which gain painted it from up to right Wall with her lifetime concealed Rendered those artistic hands Representing her strength and past Wondered the wall if I ever aged at all!