Your body is a temple,
watch as they lie down before you.
You were intricately constructed,
vehemently revered.
They will stand at a distance
worshiping your beauty,
respecting the architecture.
It's only a matter of time before they try and enter.
By force or by invitation,
you will endure the hardships of the elements.
Bigger beauty will rise,
causing your structure to crack and whither.
Dirt and dust will coat you,
as vines bubble up through the cracks of the foundation.
Soon you'll be an ancient artifact.
Forgotten,
alone,
and driven mad by your own vanity.
