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Bells to the End
The fading sound of a bell,
Is the only sound heard
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Surviving each bombardment and shell,
Their voices fall mute and slurred.
The fading sound of a bell.
A repulsive, sordid smell.
A ring for the third.
In this tattered land that they dwell.
A life of hell,
Their spoils rotten and curd.
The fading sound of a bell.
With so many souls to sell,
Coffins for the stiff and the stirred
In this tattered land that they dwell.
“Sound off the knell,”
Silence, before ringing off to the herd.
The fading sound of a bell
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Is the only sound heard
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Surviving each bombardment and shell,
Their voices fall mute and slurred.
The fading sound of a bell.
A repulsive, sordid smell.
A ring for the third.
In this tattered land that they dwell.
A life of hell,
Their spoils rotten and curd.
The fading sound of a bell.
With so many souls to sell,
Coffins for the stiff and the stirred
In this tattered land that they dwell.
“Sound off the knell,”
Silence, before ringing off to the herd.
The fading sound of a bell
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Published 8th Mar 2014
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8th Mar 2014 7:09am
8th Mar 2014 1:32pm
Thank you! This was one of the first poems I've ever written, and the first villainelle! Glad to see at least somebody enjoys it, ya know?
8th Mar 2014 9:36pm
9th Mar 2014 00:34am
Thank you. I am still in progress of submitting everything else I have written so far before continuing to upload newer work at the moment.
15th Mar 2014 6:29am
I know the feeling, but its so hard when you're as unorganised as me, I'm tempted to just leave it and start fresh
16th Mar 2014 9:55pm
Oh trust me, I wanted to release this to the public before I lose track of it!
