The face

It stood there, life like
Cast in stone, for time to heal
Cursed by a spell, biding time
Either to wilt or be freed away

It stood there, waiting
For the touch, to free
Break the spell, in time
Before it broke away

It stood there, parched dry
Thirsting for the drops, to soak
To wash the spell away, in time
Before it brittled away

It stood there, stone deaf
Straining in silence, to hear
The voice to break the spell, in time
Before it disintegrated away

It stood there, stark blind
Staring blank. to see
The face to break the spell, in time
Before it withered away

It stood there, frozen
Immovable, unreal and yet real,
For time to heal, in time
Before it timed away.