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Click hereFrom my seat
I can make out the hands
of the clock on the steeple.
As daylight slips,
like a man
trying to hold on to his sanity,
slowly sliding into
the darkness of madness
Stained glass windows
flaunt their stories,
dancing like angels,
as the last few rays of summer gold
excite them.
Then they settle
beneath a crimson sky.
Below, the headstones
lie sombre and silent,
a mocking epitaph
is all that is left of a man.
As the light fails,
a twilight obscures them
with clinging shadows.
poem that brings forth colorful images of some of the beautiful churchs in the UK.