In Wylie's realm, where secrets abound, A resin replica, with history profound.
Carved with care, in ninety-one hours' time, Honoring Templars' tales, in prose and in rhyme.
Cast in resin, with marble dust gleaming, Signed and numbered, in Wylie's scheming.
Templar Knights honored, their legacy bright, In Wylie's hands, their honor takes flight.
A sure eye-catcher, in office or den,
Envied by all, women and men.
With Templars' honor, cast in each line, Wylie's creation, a treasure divine.
