/lit/ - Literature

Nearly six p.m., the Notre Dame de Paris,
Still green and grey, now livened with red fire.
That was a grand display of all the Arts;
God's, Man's, the Devil's. The crowd admired,
Stiff-necked, steely their hearts.

Marked by a pillar of skyward smoke,
It sang louder than a cathedral choir.
The storm within and the peace without.
Everyone secretly backs a fire.
I never thought to doubt.

Nearly six p.m., the Notre Dame de Paris,
Still green and grey, now livened with red fire.
That was a grand display of all the Arts;
God's, Man's, the Devil's. The crowd admired,
Stiff-necked, steely their hearts.

Marked by a pillar of skyward smoke,
It sang louder than a cathedral choir.
The storm within and the peace without.
Everyone secretly backs a fire.
I never thought to doubt.

>>20121683
there must have been some real people about