Dark Church

20 1 0
                                    

The cathedral's darkness flows

Your memories collapse in rows

You sing a verse to calm your nerves

The room fills with black birds

They serenade you a song

A symphony to prolong

The dreadful clap

the blade falls in your lap

Your burn your sorrows

Say goodbye to every tomorrow

The blood roles off your arm

They can no longer do harm

Dead Poetry For The LivingWhere stories live. Discover now