Peal the Bells

Incessantly it trods and plods perpetual the pendulum so long before the abbey bells tolled and told of hours passing before the ticks and tocks of clocks or shadows crept with solstice gods no one to worship at its start when first it leapt with fiery heart and in its wake our petty worlds grow and wither and grow again until at last a violent end as time forgets and sweeps on by