When I was a little girl I stood in awe, Before the beauty that was Notre Dame. It was only a picture, but in it I saw the marvel that was Notre Dame.
And so as a girl I dreamed To feel her bells reverberate through my soul, To draw her beauty with inadequate talent To one day stand before grand Notre Dame.
And now she is burning. Dressed in red Her heart is on fire as the flames hungrily sought to accomplish that which two wars and a plague could not, To consume beloved Notre Dame.
856 years she has witnessed 856 years her regal beauty has graced us 856 years Her bells have sounded for so many souls
And in what seemed like seconds Notre Dame...
Is gone.
The trembling ash coated skeleton of her existence is all that remains of the glory that was Notre Dame
And if you are silent you may still hear the bells ringing through out the earth, crying for Notre Dame. And now as she goes in a blaze of beauty.. I too cry for Notre Dame.
for a moment today... my heart stopped.
and as I behold that what is left of the burning heart of Paris.. I am unsure it will start again.