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The Bell Tolls

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The Bell Tolls

A loved one calls out from beyond the grave

Haunting memories of all they crave

Echoing across the village comes a call for care

The bells tolls and breaks the silence of the evening air

Darkness brings home the haunting melody

Notes of the bell that will not set them free

A missing beat that holds their love apart

The bell tolls again and calls out to the heart

A past that both lives and dies preys upon sanity

What is beyond the grave still remains an entity

In the stillness of the night those cries go unheard

The bell tolls again the mind becomes perturbed

A life in death ensures there can be on escape

The words they wished to say now come too late

An eerie web of loneliness binds close the night

The bell tolls and a barn owl shrieks in flight

Bats sense the air by others is now occupied

By wandering spirits that lived but never died

Each stroke is a blow reviving self-made doubt

The bell tolls its never-ending message calls out

The cold black soil binds him underground

The bell tolls but he does not hear the sound

Beyond the Other World may lie the dread

Whilst she lies with another in their bed

Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2024

Author: davidjhopcroft

Former learning centre manager at a state college in Florida now living in England and enjoying the wonderful scenery close to the Pennines and the Lake District

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