The Old Cathedral

Violet light filters through cracks in the stained glass florets, shining in broken segments over the ashen pews; shadows dance to and fro across the altar. A beauty of abandonment resides in the scene: in the wooden floor panels, coated thickly with dust, the intricate murals displayed on the vaulted ceiling, dulled with age. It holds a haunting silence, broken on occasion by the flapping wings of pigeons, the meowing of alleycats, or the creaking of the stairwell as the ghosts of children play.