The ossuary

"Please preserve the reverence of this place,"
says the sign at the churchyard gate.
She chuckles and gets swallowed by the iron mouth,
slips between its lips
into a whirl of death
like a soul into Styx.
The upper lip belongs to Heaven,
the lower one to Hell. 
She blends in with graveyard's teeth,
after all, the hem of her dress is decorated
with a line of tomb stones. 

Spirits of good will enter beside her,
leaving horns and wings by the gate,
causing the lips to quiver.
Wandering between graves,
they reminisce all macabre experiences,
descending lower,
to the chamber built with femurs, ribs and clavicles.

In the ossuary
under a bone
ghosts ignited what used to be 
colder than stone. 
Skulls on the walls
shed tears of emotion,
as much as they shuddered,
since commotion like this
ain't common in dead places.

As the jaws draw closer together
Hell collapses
and all Heaven breaks loose...