# The Drowning Chapel

Author: charles_they
Tags: Clean, Fox, Horror, Male, Poem, Poetry, Saskatchewan, Suspense, Wolf, narrative, prairie, rural

A short horror narrative on a tourist wolf, a skeptic fox, and a ghost town.

### The Drowning Chapel

A lonely prairie chapel stands

in north Saskatchewan's lost lands

&nbsp;where rails had once been said to lie

&nbsp;where towns were left to rot and die

A touring wolf was keen to see

A ghostly town drowned in debris

&nbsp;where always did it seem to rain

&nbsp;where moon would wax and never wane

A cynic fox, Lou's riding mate

on roads forsaken by the fates

&nbsp;where life had pattered long ago

&nbsp;where static choked the radio

A sea of grass consumed the plains

and underneath were emptied veins

&nbsp;where prospectors had drained her blood

&nbsp;where bodies lay entombed in mud

A chapel damned could do no harm

not one that stood beside a farm

&nbsp;where grain by folk was yearly reaped

&nbsp;where wives with scythes had softly weeped

A door was found in search of loft

it lead down to the undercroft

&nbsp;where tunnels sprawled in many ways

&nbsp;where mine met God and ur met praise

A skeptic fox said turn and run

but Lou had not yet had his fun

&nbsp;where both would find some mystery

&nbsp;where bones were lost to history

A trail was laid to keep their track

and yet it failed to lead them back

&nbsp;where light had met the underground

&nbsp;where things once lost again were found

A dying torch at last went dark

and neither one dared birth a spark

&nbsp;where yellow birds had sang and fell

&nbsp;where darkness like the waters swelled

A cloud above did roar and break

and with it fox and wolf did wake

&nbsp;where puddles pooled around their paws

&nbsp;where weather wore the tunnel's flaws

A frantic splashing filled the mines

when cave-in showed its early signs

&nbsp;where tourists met a common fate

&nbsp;where cynics found their strength too late

A lonely prairie chapel stands

in north Saskatchewan's lost lands

&nbsp;where rails had once been said to lie

&nbsp;where towns were left to rot and die.

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