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The ominous tolling of a bell.


Submitted:Oct 15, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Slow, ominous ringing
in the distance
dissipates,
diminishes,
and is no more.
Frost-bitten asphalt
sizzles betwixt the friction of sluggish soles
which halt when the knelling
begins again.
Each obscure toll
clings eerily to the obsidian coattails
of the night wind
resonating--
even louder than before--
and rattling the soundest of souls
with each penetrating peal.
A wintry breath hangs stealthily o'er
the chafed, autumnal lips of the fearful youth--
upon whose work
the sun has set
too soon--
the reluctant but brave,
the hoary-headed.
The bell bitterly bellows
its drunken dirge.
It rings, and it plunks;
it howls, and it clunks.
Its deafening droning resounds
with such outlandish zeal!




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