You can take away the glitter

You can take away the gold

But never ever can you damage the mold

The mold that was set

Many

Many

Years ago

Until one day

The creator was called to let go

Once the creator had vanished

There lay a mold

And with the second hand

That mold was sold

That mold

That mold

So pretty and detailed

Any and everyone wanted it

As if the mold had a secret spell

Sold to a figure hungry for

Control and power

So with mold he tried to devour

Mentally not physically

The figure

Tried

But after twenty billion tries

For twenty billion days

That pretty detailed mold

Tire and worn

But upon day of creation

An unchangeable curse

Was sworn