Prayers sung in tongues forgotten,
Clerestories bare forgotten saints.
Weathered cathedral knells laments,
Blackened — a deathly taint.

But when the night desolate,
When no man wanders beyond the forest trees,
A woman of stars begins to blaze;
The bells start to ring.

The cathedral now an orchestra;
The cadavers now awake.
The star woman descends from the void,
The once dead climb from dying brake.

Her being graces the ground;
The ghosts follow her presence.
A waltz with her children begins —
The cathedral echoes psalms with reverence.