<span style="color: #FF9966">The Caretaker</span>
Through The Caretaker’s hands pass a creation of our forefathers,
Be it hewn from wood, crafted from gold or hammered from steel, it stands as an icon of time, belonging to no one,
Too beautiful to destroy,
Outlasting flesh, bone and blood, it falls, for a moment,
into the hands of The Caretaker who watches over and passes it on, as he passes on.
