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