Out of the mist, the structure stood
Beyond the veil of green, battered stone and wood
Its abbey rings empty when once filled with joy
Song and worship, grace was no ploy
A chasm of sorrow, now hollow and cold
The rumors are true, the tales of old
Seek life elsewhere, for this will hold none
Souls endlessly wander, all hope be gone
What rumors, you ask, whatever did befall
The christened stones, the blessed halls?
Loss of faith, sad but true
Loss of trust between me and you
Perhaps one day love will return
Until then I’ll continue to yearn
SEPTEMBER 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
While mostly writing contemporary romance, I also like to 'dabble' in poetry, with my love for it going back to the fourth grade. I'm a wife, mother, former U.S. Army, and currently a dental hygienist of eighteen years while pursuing my writing/publishing dreams. I reside in the pacific Northwest, and I love engaging with and supporting other writers.