Obsidian black shadows creep across the ancient dusty stone floor. The tell tale squeaks and patter of mice scurry underneath rotting wooden pews.
Shards of broken stained glass decorate the sills and floor. Bleeding through the broken panes, moonlight snakes its way towards the neglected altar.
Many ages of dust obscure the cold white and gold streaked marble.
Goblets of gold embedded with priceless gems sit undisturbed, gathering dust.
A chalice of silver sits near a basin, full of water. A holy symbol stands guard over the altar, it's tarnished metal catching the moonlight.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
