The Battle of the Clouds at Immaculata

Not far away
The Battle of
The Clouds
Occurred
Its sounds
From above
Silent nowaday

But in hidden
Depth 
Of a tiny vale
A pile of bottles
Does prevail
Berephthe
Of intended smitten

Not one soul
Was Wasted
On such holy ground
Because
Nary a round
Was tasted
Nor a goal

Now 
It lies
Peaceful place
Sisterhood
Transcendent space
With ties
To grow