This poem tends to be read wrongly and the meaning is thus also wrong. This poem is based on how people rarely see what is actually there and how quickly they judge something by what they see when it is only fragments of what is truly there, so read carefully and the image and meaning will be clear to all.
I stand here in this abandoned
church listening to the derelict
silence of the sombre ambience.
I look out of a shattered stain-glass
window, my mind has gone blank.
The bell rings sending an eerie
chime through the dust covered
My heart is racing from the
spine-chilling fear that suddenly
floods my body.
I look once more; a white
dove sits peacefully on the
window sill chirping its soft
song; tranquillity from deep
within a magical heart.
The bell rings once more,
it startles me,
I turn back to peer out of the
the dove was made from glass.