The Crypt Poem by Linda May Fox

As I enter the musty, stone room,
Just beneath the realms of what we know,
The awe of another world, consumes my very soul!
And beckons me further through this living tomb.

Up above, the many crafted arches,
Hang over and enfold a mysterious tale
Moving through time as to many it tells
As a new worlds awaken!

The silence stirs in the echoes
Of heavenly sounds
Chants that fill my very soul
Stir my very being into times of old!

A stone table lay bare
Beneath a cluster of candles as they sit lifeless
Painting a picture of shadows,
From hope burning bright of what was once there!