Old English Church

Ways to pep up the pulpit and pew, gave way to ennui. The clergy went away to get help and never came back. Eventually, thundering sky's cracked stone, spire, and gable; neglect and cold winds nibbled at sculptured arch and buttress. Where once was a stained-glass light, weeds and tree-bones reach. Where once cassocks swept mice now nest while above, priestly owls perch. Eventually, walls crumbled into niche and cranny. Amid the spacy ruin Jackdaws laid their speckled eggs - angels fan danced by moonlight.