IN A GOTHIC-REVIVAL 

WEDDING CHAPEL

These halls remember many lives,

echo the faithful streams of prayer,

the vows of lovers newly wed,

the last obsequies of the dead,

patinaed traces of golden years,

enshrine a dry, mouldering drear,

memorials to the beloved and dear,

are the ghosts of long-forgotten tears,

today each stone was whisper-less,

enclosing an expectant air,

like the breath-hold ere a kiss,

relieves love of emptiness,

sweet passion was the song,

in the vows of two gentlemen,

as a stained-glass promise it was oath’ed,

when, (etched in adamant), they were betrothed…

 FIN

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