The Dark Cathedral

The Dark Cathedral

Far beyond the given light
Gates of the dark cathedral lie,
Its keeper’s heart holds strong delight
Of passing souls who come to die.

On winds their maddening screams arrive
A darkened shroud where legions dwell,
Their score is vast and greatly wide
In isolation, each, they fell.

How broad the span beyond the light
Eternal berth to sad refrain,
All beauty shed from dreary sight
In burning irons, torment and pain.

Far beyond all that is good
The cathedral calls with tolling bell,
The gate swings wide where death has stood
Souls swallowed by the embrace of hell.