Grey skies and below them a bone white vista. The open ruin of a church, timbers long burned away and reduced to cold ash, the frozen remains of this stone corpse conceal a wanderer. Before her, a pyramid of skulls reaching higher than the iron crucifix that stands warped and strained by fire. Sins made manifest. This place offers no absolution. Just a momentary shelter from the gelid torrents that blast this hellscape.
Paddy Dobson
13th February 2021