Losing Faith

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened eyes.

Blood on a deathless face.

I raise my head, now submitting to
this uncaring darkness.