Moths & Headlights

We are told of haywains
Of meerschaum smoker’s pipes
Of tankards overflowing with port &
The mysterious concoctions of laudanum

The cold air of chapel
Insulates us from the sunlight
Where fanfares and swifter trumpets
Are said to have serenaded the skylark

These are the embroidered walkway stories
Told as we walked, before
Before we returned, in total darkness
Long after the deep draughts of nightfall

The cold air of chapel
Amplifies for us, magnifies our senses
Where madness and deprivation
Are said to have once permeated the ravens


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