White and Christmaslike, the cathedral
Ascends to a hallowed purity of its bell
Its stones bound to each other by time.
Its stained glass is very thing of beauty,
That is much like the December’s hoar
Crafted like our Nativity’s balcony star,
Eastern star that travelled all our night.
Our enslaver’s beauty worshipper pastor
Swore more by white beauty than piety,
Posnet purely petrified in English stones
Hauled from across white imperial seas.
(on visiting the exquisite Church of Medak built in the imperial times by Reverend Posnet)