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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