In Zane Wylie's hands, a creation takes flight, A human skull carved with skill in the night.
For thirty-two hours, his hands did toil,
Crafting a replica, in resin's sweet coil.
Hand-painted with care, each detail refined, Signed and numbered, a treasure to find.
To comicons it goes, where heroes convene, To be signed by celebrities, in Marvel's scene.
A striking piece, admired by all who behold, In collectors' halls, its story is told.