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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
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
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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