Our Lady
We waited in line with an overexcited baby
We’d got there early on a weekday morning in November and the queue was already far reaching
We’d seen it so many times in pictures and paintings
Films and TV shows from her country and mine
But standing on the outside it looked so grand and significant
Elaine was so so pregnant and Bruce so manic and despite the blatant tourism it all felt simply magic
Just as we approached the entrance Bruce nodded off in my arms
Walking through the doors from bright to dark adjusting our sight took time
But peace was found inside
The artwork so intricate
The history so apparent
The marriage of royalty and the backdrop of their fall
The setting of revolt and romance for monsters
Last night the horror arrived in the early evening
We saw the beginning and the spire come down
The church will survive in some form or other
The blaze another tale for the tour guide to tell
But as we all watched as the fire raged on
Pieces of our stories were burnt as well
Nytheone Matt 