In Wylie's realm, where history's told,
A resin replica, with secrets so bold.
Carved and molded, in hours untold,
This Skull Templar, a tale to behold.
Jacques de Molay, last Grand Master's reign, His heritage carved, with skill and with pain.
His family crest, in resin's domain,
A tribute to history, in Wylie's domain.
His last words etched, before flames did rise, A famous quote, beneath darkened skies.
The Templar symbol, where legends arise, And Molay's portrait, a gaze that implies.
This striking piece, in collectors' array,
In Wylie's hands, where history holds sway.
Sure to draw envy, come what may,
The Skull Templar, a treasure to display.
