Friday, May 29, 2020

The Tolling Death Knell


The distant and echoing swell
Of the tolling bell,
Resounding peals that silently dispel 
The earthmoving deadening spell
Doth forsake and foretell 
Upon the date marked well 
In chiseled stone thine own Danielle-
Of grief and tears befell 
Upon this dying farewell 
Where memories will be kept unwell 
In this unforeseen hell, 
Alas, I'll have this day to be held 
And the tolling death knell. 








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