So very late

My mind wanders where sainted winds write
ancient prayers which fall as autumn comes
pain frays before the alter
christ bleeds inside each thorn
alone within that shadowy self
i follow echos given choice
crooked nooses hung with chain
thoughts raged without that dices throw
so these castle walls I can no longer creep. 
mirrors smashed 
scented drapes burnt,
fallen eyes
beneath a forgotten sight