The Breaking of the World
A bell sounds for all to hear
the death of the once yesteryear
gone all dead are the lilac dreams
resting on soft moonlight beams
A sound goes out and through the earth
out snuffs the fire that once warmed this hearth
it is the sound of inevitability
when all things fall down and break into evility
the city crumbles slowly into the moat
across and beyond the bloodless fields of oat
I cried there when this death nell tolled
and all I have left is this story to be told
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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