Empty pews lie flanked by
shadowy eaves.
Midnight crows roam about
Snuffing candles.

Smoky presence left by
Incense pooling.
Silent prayers now where
Hymns resounded.

I got a lot of good advice for improving this poem but all of it would have broken the metre. To me it is a steady droning chant.

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