In the cathedral of sorrow-
the heart aches,
broken by candlelit memories.
The mind, a prisoner,
trapped in Plato\'s cave.
Echoes of truth
whisper from the core.
Haunting denial passes
back and forth on the wall.
A shadowy figure plays
an organ of bone,
leaving frost on the ribs.
The bell looks down
but offers no comfort.
No audience remains—
but the dead