The hallowed vest

To reach toward the pyramid
Atop the burning light
E’er thrust and run and tally –
The trepid traveller’s flight

To be void of divinity –
Subtracted from the sun
Brightness dwindles as time allows
And peddles thoughts still young

Sounding like an orchestra –
The music sung by one
Though whispering – a baritone
Transcends the gathered throng

Who listen to the music
As if they hear Him come
Waiting the day the christened ground - 
Its ingress shared with some

Relieve one of their wherewithal
Comparison attests
The one atop the pyramid
Wears the hallowed vest.