Majestic Majesty Poem by Chris Goss

I have stood for more than 2 centuries
To be seen by all, some hidden underground
My twin kindly attests for me
T'was a tempestuous stormy night
That roughly ripped two of my boughs
Leaving me in untravelled demising
My twin is now the Majestic Majesty
Full bodied and full healthy cones
That have deemed not to evolve on me
If my tortuous woes where sheared off
I would slowly return to my previous glory
I fret though and obsessed with my plight
Scared of a hollow tortured monolith
That I will become in my twisted end