Beauty in Ruins

The monster finally road out of town. The cathedral should be unwatched. I manage to slip myself into one of the cracks in the roof top and scale down using the belfry's chains. I check every corners for any restless souls and ghouls. It seemed that nature has reclaimed most of it's territory. The once glossy marble floor now covered in moss, and the once dynamic stained glass windows have been either shattered or removed from their panes by protruding tendrils of ivy. Alas there is no sign of any fiends. It seems that the ruined cathedral has kept it's purity.
I creep my way to organs and delicately brush the dust away from the keys. My fingers at the ready, I play, Requiem. Butterflies ascend from the pipes, they seems to be flying to the melody. How beautiful.