gothic
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The Beggar’s Cathedral
No one remembered when he arrived. The old man in the tattered robe, barefoot even in frost, appeared one All Souls’ Eve at the edge of the village wood, where the fog hung low and the soil remembered blood. His… Continue reading
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The Last Letter of Brother Anselm
From the cell of Brother Anselm, Feast of St. Michael To whomever finds these words, I write by the guttering of a single candle, though I fear light itself has betrayed me. What I saw tonight at the altar cannot… Continue reading
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Closer Than We Think
The letter arrived on a night when the wind clawed at the shutters, and the candlelight trembled. Its parchment was yellowed, its ink uneven, as though it had been written in haste or in a hand not wholly steady. “You… Continue reading
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The Descent of Father Armand
Father Armand had heard the whispers long before he found the key. They rose from beneath the cathedral floor, curling into his dreams. When the sexton’s ring yielded an iron key too ancient for any lock aboveground, Armand knew it… Continue reading
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All Hunger Begs
All hunger begs for the divineeven as we kneel before false idolssacrificing ourselves in the smoke of lesser fires The aching body does not lieit howls for unityin sweat-slick beds of remorse Vice, sticky & sweetbecomes the damp trailback to… Continue reading
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The Listening Spell
When we descend into the quietinto the velvet dark of true listeningwe enter the chapel of another soulnot to bind, not to breakbut to witness Their sorrow speaks in riddleswrapped in centuries of silencea ghost at the edge of their… Continue reading
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Heaven’s Shell
In the shadows beneath the eaveswhere silence curls & sorrow grievesa cradle stirs with a sound so slightblind-born mice in dreamless night Their nest, a cradle built of dustof feathered hope & softened rustnow trembles at a distant songa sparrow’s… Continue reading
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The Path Before You Will Not Wait
If the way before you lies dim & bareAnd shadows linger in the midnight airHow shall you know where your footsteps treadAmong the silent ranks of the dead? Patience dwells not in distant flameNor hides in halls that whisper your… Continue reading
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Cathedral of the Living Word
Beneath the vaulted tomb of timethree sacred flames are held in tension:Faith, Memory, Revelationa trinity not of godsbut of echoing voicesbound in ink & blood We are summonedinto a story not our ownyet wholly oursa scroll unrolling in shadowed hallswhere… Continue reading
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No Fragile Bloom
And then, a kiss – not merely breathBut something bound in life & deathA vow unsaid, a ghostly thrillThe moment before the world turns still Your lips were dusk, a sacred wineThe altar where our fates entwinedNo moon could cast… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 