Strong stone pillars placed in even breaths, Dressed in front by smooth marble steps. An inscription displayed for the viewer, "Fluctuat Nec Mergitur". *She is tossed by the waves but does not sink.* Lining the sheltering roof above, Are ceilings painted by two artists in love. A place of worship – of joy and pain, To fill with memories – again and again. It has been some years now – since her creation, She has weathered storms and devastation. Maintaining her nice presentation, Was a trauma stylisation. An unseen desperation, A crumbling foundation. Her true damnation? A tsunami of freezing isolation. In the rubble of her collapse reads "Mergitur" *She sinks*.