You could here a pin drop fall in the quiet chapel, the breathless tension as silent brick eyes hissed granite prayers to Heaven. Shadows dance here and there, flickering like ghosts in the corners, the flames of the low candles playing games with the peeling saints. Empty pews stood straight, at attention, humble wood brows bent to acknowledge the Mother, row and rows of loyal militia reflected in her glass eyes.

In all of her reverent glory she stood there, hands closed meekly in front, the massive beads of her hug rosary dripping about her stone skirts. Her eyes were scratched out of marble, glass pupils flickering with the unnatural life that rippled threw this church. "Our father which art in heaven.. Hallow be thy name.."

Hung imprecisely around her were stiff statues of each Saint, cherubs and seraphs flittering in between the creaking wooden cadavers. Mournful eyes screamed out the sins of each damned soul that had graced this Chapel, begging redemption for each lost soul. The spiraling rafters seemed to hold no answer, the distant moonlight slithering its way in between the tears and broken frames. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.."

Velvet carpet muffles the steps of invisible beings, of past, present, and future, the Christians that had come to view with skeptical eyes, the devoted Catholics who came for mass; and of course the lost soul that fell ever so often upon this doorstep, searching with tear stained faces for SOMETHING to believe in. How many souls had passed by this grand church in ruins, nothing but an echo of the great beauty it once was? How many souls had littered its halls with there weeping complaints, and how many were lost and taken home within these walls?

"Give us this day our daily bread.. and forgive us our trespassers, as we forgive those that trespass against us.. amen."

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Saint Lucas Cathedral, Venice, Italy

o.o came to me while i was in mass one day >.>;; R/R