The old moon stood high above,
Looking down the grey abandoned church.
The yard was packed with paving of gravel all round
It lay like a silent city of dead.
The great owl perched
On an ancient canopy
Hanging over the moss-covered cemetery
Snoozed dreaming of his wedding
With his beloved,seasons away.
Doesn't he who died on cross
In the middle of this hour
Pronounced the name of the fiery furnace.
Inside the forbidden church?
Doesn't the symbol of sacrifice fell upside down?
The low, creaking noises of the millstones
Stirred the night owl hissing
Those who slept in the dusty earth
Awoke from the gloomy darkness
Ghostly kings, Queens and Clowns
Phantom Soldiers,monks and Strange Apparitions
Roamed the whole premises chanting fearful spells and incantations.
The bell on the bell tower
Rang unexpectedly thrice
Unexplained lights flickered
Around the lonely cemetery!
Death was seen sitting on a pale horse
Pronouncing thrice the names of sons of disobedience, cowardly, faithless, detestables, murderes, sexually immorals and liars.
Soldiers from the fiery furnace
Prowled everywhere with bowed head.
Sorrow,anger and fear accompanied them knocking on the doors of those
It's their time
The time of inevitable
The hour of the lifting of the veil between the human world and spirit world.
Somewhere here and there
The chilling howls of the dogs
Intensified the stillness of the night.