Duke+Ahmad

= Cathedral Poem = I look nowhere, but up As I walk into the Cathedral This truly is the throne of the bishop. I thought to myself.

So Grand was the cathedral, That it was fit for seven kings. So Beautiful was the cathedral, That when the light entered the Cathedral, It shown from Heaven, Filling up the room. So Artful was the cathedral, That every painting on the walls, Took my breath away.

As the sunlight Trickled through the stain glass windows, Everyone?s heart in the cathedral Was filled with faith.

The huge flying buttresses, As large as the Cathedral itself, Supports the Cathedral with its mighty strength. The gutter water runs down the buttresses And out the mouths of the gargoyles. And their partners, the grotesques. So Artfully sculpted. Terrifying the wicked, Showing us the symbols And the horrific stories of Hell.

My heart belongs to this cathedral. Along with the faithful. This truly is the throne of the bishop. I thought to myself.

Amerigo Vespucci