Through Fire

The Temple is burning, the flames getting higher
Its structure collapsing, engulfed by the fire
The altar’s deformed, all the pillars are broken
A chalice lies twisted, like an afterlife token.

The roof has collapsed, the wood has been burnt
Into a twisted mass of black ash it has turned
From the once impressive and beautiful walls
Like a thick spiderweb, the blackness falls.

The candles have melted on the faces of saints
The wax giving the statues a blasphemic taint
What once was majestic, enlightened and just
Is now breathing the fumes of the poisonous dust.

A pale moon is shining over the blackened stones
The ruins are smoking as the old church is gone
Its memory will be forgotten, no one will recall
That on the hill once a holy temple stood tall.

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