Church At Night

Looming through darkness
Seemingly spawned from night
Evading all that's light
An imposing sight
Stretching into the inky clouds
A tattoo against the sky
A terror that will not die
A spirit that won't take flight

Cavernous window-eyes stare forlorn
An aching sadness emanates
Chilling regrets radiate
Secret sorrow reverberates
Casting deep despair over stones
Enshrouding them in grief
Allowing no relief
An anguish that captivates

Brutal beauty spilled from shadows
A power that enthrals
Energy that pulls
An allure that calls
A hypnotising fierceness
An imprint on my eyes
Almost hear the cries
Life echoing from the walls

(Please see "Church At Night"  for a note on this poem).