Chasm

The organ plays in mimicry,

 Rhythms of the setting bell,

As canonical chants pierce into the chasm,

The void drowns pleas within eerie depths,

Preying upon them, like fish tongues lured by shrouded harpoons,

Cardinal eyes strike like toxic darts

Hawkish charges mutilate the weeping edifice,

The guilty face radiates apocalyptic red.

 

The End

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