Chapel Perilous
An experiment in the "Hyperion" verse form.
Two deep slow bongs, the steeple’s song
That keeps a long night vigil here
O’er slain conclaves in rainswept graves
And saints’ stone glaives and granite spears.
The nave’s dark stained-glass cave, domain
Of ravens, faintly throbs with tears
Downflung from weeping-wrung cloud-heaps
Among the sleeping stars and spheres.
The unpent groans from thunder’s throne
In sunless zones away up there—
White fire and wrack from spires of black,
The ire of crackling hosts of air.
Rain smacks the mire, attacks the tired
Old stacks of briars that catch and tear;
Wind moans through sundered stone undone
By lonely running years, stripped bare.
A catacomb, the bats’ dark home,
Where scattered bones lie everywhere,
Reverberates with turgid spates
That murmur latent formless prayers;
And gates where earthen fate, interred,
Awaits a word to break despair
Grow loam-fed grass in foaming baths
From gloam-lit paths where storm crows fare.
About the Creator
J.B. Toner
J.B. Toner studied Literature at Thomas More College, holds a black belt in Kenpo-Jujitsu, and struggles with level one autism. He has published two novels, Whisper Music and The Shoreless Sea. Toner lives and works in Massachusetts.
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