Condemned Cathederal

Gothic spires
pierce
the wounded sky,
drinking
with arcaic cracked lips
it's solemn
tears
as shadows dance
in half light
of midnight mass
taunting
forgotton saints
with
lustful movements.
Bells unrung
ring out in silent moans
as midnight
whistles
through unshuttered
arch
swirling leaves
from long
left preachers
Bible.
Night plays out
through
dusty organ pipes
coughing
lungfuls of musty breath
and forsaken
hymns.
He sits alone and smiles
on broken pew
picking splinters from
exposed wooden
bones
that once supported
such virtuous
flesh.
Leather wings erupt
from
unhindged doors
as he once unseated
stands
and embraces the darkness.

Reviews

[pinkasylum]

Beautifully, beautifully done, a very inspired piece. BRAVO!

[Daytonight]

So very poignant. It sounds as if the cathedral is so uncared for, where it once was so very beautiful. Well written. Keep on penning.