The abbey in the mist

After a long walk in the fields
Surrounded by moisty fog
Passing by icy canals

The ancient abbey appears
Alone on the plain and
Covered with frost

An austere and mighty architecture
That creates a feeling of respect and mistery
In the dim afternoon light

Is this the place where we will succeed
To stop our nightmares
That torment us every night?

Will we finally find a meaning here
To what is happening or will this be the dead end
Of our existence?