Substitute

[Wyvern]

The ones you grew admiring

once admired.

Aged on,

now stand still,

statues of idols

holding idols.

Those poses

you longed

to touch;

built above

your reach

on first cement.

The substitute:

an idol to grip

when you pose

above the thousand

outstretched arms

of an era.

[Ayshela]

i like this, though i can't really pinpoint anything in rhythm or phrasing in it. You had me caught with the first two lines, though, and the mental image of strings of people fading back through time - each reaching up to their idol before them - held through the end.

If that was what you intended - marvelous! =) And if it wasn't - well, that's where i went with it, and i liked it anyway. =P =)