Temple of Ruin

I can see the traces of a former glory in your ruins.

 

I came in and I’ve knelt at your altars. Worshipped

…and felt the touch of grace and madness upon me.

There is beauty there, a different sort of beauty.

It is the beauty of damnation and ruin.

 

The beauty

 

                         flight

               of the

 

                              after

                                      jumping

 

             off a cliff…

 

 

                         right

 

                          before

 

                            the fall.