Headquarters of Cricket?

Lords - A Place of Worship?

Picnic-hampered, badge emblazoned.
The game old worshipers are called to prayer.
The vigil will be long, so they come prepared.

No bell tolls to call the faithful.
No minaret wails to warn the hoard
They simply file in turn, to take their pews.

A hush of reverence now descends
As both High Priests emerge.
Solemn faced, they scan the temple.
Panama topped, with pure white robes adorned.

Now come twin sacrificial lambs.
Both in thoughtful stride
Sceptres raised, they greet the congregation.

An attendant group now surround the scene.
In hope of sacrifice, the alter-boy crouches low.
The chosen slayer prepares himself, menacingly near.

Breathing fire the dragon now comes hunting.
The septred knight prepares to fend.
A fiery, scarlet orb is hurled toward him at terrifying pace.
And then it rained for five more days!

Graham Fewell