EVERY STEP SENT NEEDLES OF PAIN
Into his feet
But the grandeur of the architecture
Drew him on
The vaulted ceilings were so high
He could barely make them out
In the torchlight
If it wasn't for the distant glitter
Of ribbed gold
He might have been walking
Through the night sky
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