"Elegy for St. Raphael's"

Cathedrals long have stood their ground
Against the winds that wail and blow;
They somehow stay erect, I've found.

The rain can cause such churches woe,
Yet strong they stand against the storms:
Rain cannot beat them down, I know.

But somehow flames could swell and swarm
The rafters, lighting fear within
One holy place--now faint in form.

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I'd planned to fix this up at some point (I wrote it for AP Lit and reused it for Literary Writing at crunch time), but I haven't gotten around to it, and I don't know that I will. I sort of like it how it is.

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