I chose to do a poem as my narration. So, the story is a bit open to interpretation, but it seemed to fit with the pictures I could find stuck here at home.

A bell rings from my highest heights

That drives away the dark of night

The devils cannot stand its tone  

Nor the light by which my window’s shone

Upon an empty sanctuary.  

But is the darkness all that scary?

Fear not. You are not alone

For with my pillars made of stone

I keep afloat the shining light

Pushing back the dreary night

Now go forth in peace I say

The night will see another day

Now remember as you leave

And enter again this moonlit eve

Not in these walls do I rest

But in the light which I have blessed

Until this sign may disappear

Remember, child, my Presence here