The camera clicks

an echo is herd

The sun only just set

only a crow chose to remain

Rain beats against the corroding stone

relentless it roars outside

Floors littered with stained glass

faces missing from the windows

Bells chime at the winds song

The organ hums low

due to falling stone

Seats are empty

and likely rotting

The camera shutters

when facing the pews

It gone now

the same when you left