"How old is this church," a kindly tourist once asked.
In slow paraphrased voice the old guide answered,
"Five hundred years, five hundred years," he repeated
in quivering sonorous low tone, its echo resounded
From wall to wall, ceiling to floor, like a huge fork
Struck in a dead chamber in the dead of night.
"Please follow me," he said, lighting a candle high,
and lighted others as well. What a scary sight!
To the altar they went, and down to the catacombs,
where he recited in full the church's history -
from the dead, and from holy relics and artifacts,
Goose bumps and hair rose, chilling was his story.
"You seem to know everything about the place, sir."The old lady, before saying goodbye, said in cheers,
"How long have you been here?" To which he answered -
"Five hundred years, madam,five hundred years," ~
Light from the Old Arch 2, AVR, UST Publishing House
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