The air was cool and light
A half set sun
Dimly illuminated
The stained glass windows

A single candle
Wrapped in red glass
Burned still and low
Eminating an unearthly scarlet

The sun continued to sink
And as it did a thick black ink
Poured into the chapel
And spread through the air

It swirled gently
Slowly engulfing the room
With a dark elegance
That light could scarce imitate

Until the stone statues,
The candles, lamps,
And the mosaic windows
Were no more