"Dante´s Prayer" by Christina Lee

Dante's Prayer

Footsteps echo through the empty cathedral
Spiders tremble beneath their cobwebs
Mice scurry for hiding underneath the pews
All avoiding the skeletons of misery upon them all

As the ghostly shape nears the altar
Candles of pure white begin to glow
Casting shadows about the broken and dew encased walls
The unforgived and hopeless wail their misery
Their God has abandoned them...
Who will listen?

The shape stands before them
As if He were a priest
Stained glass shards crumble as He steps on them

The deserted and loveless crawl up
Their bleeding hearts leaving a trail for those starving and parched to drink and feed upon
They grab upon His robes and beg for forgiveness
He does not listen
He looks upon the empty cathedral and preaches to the ghosts of those who once were there

As He finishes, He walks away to the busy world outside
He is one of Them, nothing more, nothing less
Leaving the ghosts of the past to pray for salvation
But who will listen?