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.