Þis temple stood once grand,
Once proud,
Once hallowed…
It lieþ now ruined,
Now broken,
Now forlorn…
Shattered pieces long fallen,
Sprawlèd aimlessly.
Only few columns still stand
Where þeir builders built þem
In ancient days of yore…
Each beareþ a kruel inskription.
Upon one:
“God forgiveþ not þe ƿicked.”
Upon anoþer:
“Þou shalt atone ƿiþ þy blood.”
And upon anoþer:
“Prepare þyself for holy deaþ.”
Þe archæic altar still sits
In þe central point upon þe floor.
Long ago,
Many met þeir bloody endz here.
Þeir gore once stained þe surface red,
Ere time endly purified it again
Ƿiþ heav'n’s cleansing rainz…