Contemplations of the Phallix Cane

O mighty Phallix cane, that stands so grand,

In thrilling age and splendor, still so bright;

What power courses boldly through thy strand?

And whence derives such art, such perfect might?

I marvel at thy craft, enigma rare,

As firm you stay through time's cruel, rough caress.

Does secret spell or charm bestow such flair?

What guards thee, sticks of valor, to impress?

The echo gleams— 'tis simple faith and use,

For art stays rich when wielded by belief.

As hands upon thee firm remain, not loose,

Thou farther stride past time and mortal grief.

Thus, Phallix stands by truth and sterling trust,

Prime, unbeaten— humble faith is just.