Shadow land

Shadow land

The Cross stands alone 
moss- mantled from point down. 
A crow lands, black wings flapping
caw- cawing to a high sickle moon. 
Salt water silver'd by scarlet clouds 
In the distance, a greenish glow 
emits from small broken windows. 
Glass jagged ,crooked eves to sky 
Sea churning in haunting sighs... 
A howl echoes over distant waves... 
Mist floating in shimmery veils 
Ghosts searching for lost warmth 
Fingers curling, clutching grains of sand 
sobbing, ebb and flowing, dissipating.... 
Damned souls drawn to heaven's gate.