Labyrinths and crypts of cold stone
Ever shifting and strange
Led me to that forgotten chapel
I stepped inside its narthex
Distant and remote
A place only dreams might reach
It was always night there
In the sanctums of that place
Every trespass palpable
Yet the darkness was not consuming
It seemed stagnant and moribund
Weaving vainly around the pillars and pews
Stripped of the fear that darkness brings
It lulled about aimlessly
Trapped within those rotless walls
Waiting for the return of the light
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
Labyrinths and crypts of cold stone
Ever shifting and strange
Led me to that forgotten chapel
I stepped inside its narthex
Distant and remote
A place only dreams might reach
It was always night there
In the sanctums of that place
Every trespass palpable
Yet the darkness was not consuming
It seemed stagnant and moribund
Weaving vainly around the pillars and pews
Stripped of the fear that darkness brings
It lulled about aimlessly
Trapped within those rotless walls
Waiting for the return of the light
