thirteenth century...
I walk into the halls
the beauti arrays
passing crosses
many in the dark
as souls cry out
knocking on the door to an old noble church
where the gathers worshipped in tune with their divine love of the Lord
I gather the blood stain cross
symbolized of the yrs yet to follow
where pain for price
and the saved sing for jubilee
I feel these walls
as the blood of the fallen saints hold true
eat of its bread tonight invision their dream
from the sacred and holy
from the cross-roads of Eve
I stare at its altar
so' blinded to see
why such a church was present to me?
A contest entry
- convince me by Suzanne Dia.
525 points, ended November 28, 2007, 16 entries
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well, this is at the very least an interesting story that seems to touch on the gothic genre (at least for me) I do like it, but i'm not certain if it is what i was looking for in this contest. I hope you'll leave it in..let me reread and see what else i take from it
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