A Shadow
Rippling through earth
Creeping up from slabs of stone
It stirs
This sacred land
Unwary souls sleep
Locked behind their pristine walls
Fiery embers stir the night
Spit and crackle
Desperate hearts plead
Stone slabs and sleeping monarchs
Set ablaze
Black matter is scattered
Painting the night sky
Our Lady Mary whispers
Prayers of hope
An eruption of screaming lungs
Engulfed by the shadow
That stirs the night
Creeping up from the pristine walls
A faint whisper
Return to me my child
To my land of ablution
Greeted by a fiery blaze
Where souls sleep forever
The eternal slumber
The crypts will tell us
Of a shadow that met this unholy day
About the Creator
Casey Smith
I wish to share my creative passions with readers and writers alike. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories.
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