The Dove

I stand here in this abandoned church listening to the derelict silence of the sombre ambience. I look out of a shattered stain-glass window, my mind has gone blank. The bell rings sending an eerie chime through the dust covered room. My heart is racing from the spine-chilling fear that suddenly floods my body. I look once more; a white dove sits peacefully on the window sill chirping its soft song; tranquillity from deep within a magical heart. The bell rings once more, it startles me, I turn back to peer out of the shattered window, the dove was made from glass.