A poem (of sorts)

Eh... It's been a while. I'll take a stab at it.

Sanctuary

They will worship this place,
The way that only eyes and hands can.

Like a prism in a raindrop
Our colors harmoniously fan.
Each hue revealed
Through one beautiful strand.

The moon: a spectral spectator.
The night: the arch of heaven, stands.
The heart shall be the alter.
The body: the sacrifice. The sand
The earth, the dust:
Born of Zenith's thin hand.

The eyes of the world:
The soul of a man,
To gaze upon forever
As passion's last stand.