In the halls of the Masons, where secrets convene, A skull of reverence, fit for a scene.
Carved by Wylie's hand, with meticulous care, A tribute to Masons, no secrets to share.
Cast in resin and marble, with craftsmanship bold, This skull tells tales, centuries old.
A replica true, of a human's embrace,
In Masonic lore, it finds its place.
Display it proudly, in lodge or in room,
A centerpiece grand, in the gathering room.
Be distinguished, among brothers so wise, In Wylie's realm, where whispers arise.