The courtyard was overgrown
With dead grass and wilted flowers
Surrounded on all sides by decrepit walls
Of fragile and ancient masonry

Directly in the center
Was a lone statue of Mary
The mourning mother of Jesus
Solemn and downcast

In her cracked and chipped arms
Lay her fallen son
And you could see the greif
Imprinted on her stone face

The night was drawing near
And strangely so
For the shadows seemed to move
At an almost visible pace

Before I knew it
The moon had risen
Shinning palely through towers
And cracks in the walls

The foliage thay appeared so dead before
Sprung into a strange livliness
Giving off a faint luminescence
Of midnight purples and blues

Looking about in apprehensive wonder
I noticed my surroundings change
Taking on a dark elegance
Which tempted and tantilized my mind

I looked again to the statue
Horrified, I watched
What looked to be blood
Pour from the dead Christ's  stone wounds

Seeping into the ground
And spread through
The strange plants
Around the courtyard

And I saw his mother
With a crooked smile over him