A tourist came to visit a church One that had burnt down and rebuilt anew Then he heard someone in the street say, "Besides the design, there's something you should know too!" "Many visitors have seen images in this church," "Scenes from the old place!" The tourist felt a simmer of excitement And entered the church at a steady pace And when he entered, the hallucinations hit Celebrations and songs from the past People building the church was first And the rebuilding after the fire was last He noticed the masterpieces on the wall And the wooden pews where people could sit He saw white marble so enchanting, so dimly lit And he then saw a sign saying "Do not enter" And he knew walking in could be a sin But his curiosity got the best of him And so he marched right in. And as he entered the dark room A new hallucination entered his mind like a liar He turned to leave, but the door was locked And he was trapped in with the fire.
this was my 44th poem, written on 11/9/23. I hope this makes sense idrk