My dark cathedral
Its spires and turrets reaching for the sky
Reaching for a touch of divinity
The Gothic arches, perfect frames for the crimson tinted panes
like eyes denying the outside world
The darkened walls, the row of smooth columns supporting the ached ceiling
Every nook and corner inhabited by shadows
This place have a history of its own
In its shadow, time seem to stand still
The ancient cross looms menacingly above
Like a testament to mortality, a reminder of the inescapable
Throw a glance out the great rosette window opposite the door
There it lies, the graveyard, housing the workers who constructed this magnificent place
But not all of them lies out there
This is a cathedral built on human bones
Skulls and ribcages are embedded within its foundation
Every arch housing a victim, walled up while still alive
While gasping for air within their confinement, while trying to escape
Step closer, dear sir, within this wall, you see this?
This body distorted and since frozen within its brick prison
Its writing posture caught and united with the structure
ah such beautiful craftsmanship
And see here, if you look closely, the contour of a human form appears
See how he is reaching up towards that panel there
You know, that marble saint looking down at him, is in fact his wife
And look at this gallery, the three saints over there?
You know, they were once a family
Refusing to be separated from one another, there wish was granted
The plaster added while they embraced each other for the last time
You can still see the tears in the eyes of the child
It is quite a work of beauty, this cathedral of mine
Oh, I am sorry, you didn’t know?
I told you this was my cathedral, did I not?
I am the architect, I designed this place
But I have a bit of a problem
You see, one of the columns supporting the lower gallery is slowly crumbling
I guess that the prospect of immortality was a to much for him to handle
But look at you, a perfect specimen, you will make an excellent replacement
I thank you dear sir
Do not look so frightened, think of it as a wish come through
Most people dream of immortality, but not many achieve it
You shall have eternity, as a integrated part of my masterpiece
The bell tower shall sing out your requiem
I welcome you, dear sir
To my cathedral of the dead...
Author notes
Hope you like this dark piece of mine...
zarokk666
A contest entry
- Dark write by Butterfly24.
450 points, ended May 7, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn that silver to gold pt 8 by whispernthedark.
400 points, ended September 27, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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sorry to say this doesn't fit the rules please recheck them and I will come back and re read this thank you
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Great imagery, very nice write. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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This is a very creepy poem, I have icicles in my heart from reading it, great imagry too
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very creepy and very good.. I enjoyed reading this one i can see the wall and feel the pain and smell the death with in. tanks for entrying
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Ohmygod!
Zarok!
I loved this.
It sounded like it came from a book I am reading.
Like....wow.
I'm so proud of you.
You astound me, with every write you create.
I'm afraid I'm slowly falling in love with that side of you.
[Not that I know much else.
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I love you, Dear friend.
See you in the shadowed Realm.
♠ Mell ♠
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Why my dear, dear friend
I thank you from the bottom of my black heart for that sweet comment. You support really means a lot to me. For the past three weeks or so, I have been writing at least one poem a day, which is in fact a rather difficult task ( it is much harder than I thought) and the support you have provided through your comments has been one of the things that have kept me going. You have really been there for me, Mell, and for that I thank you
keep an eye on the shadows my friend
you never know when I might appear
Zarok
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