Stoned

I was stoned centuries ago.

I have seen many come and go.

I am immortal.

But I am still stoned.

I bled for freedom during the harsh times when I lost my arms,

but I still stand tall amidst the ancient temples,

to be seen as a piece of stone worked by my master centuries ago.

I am stoned and will always be,

never to find the one who will stop me bleed!