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The Bell Ringer
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The Bell Ringer |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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At midnight, the mourner’s bell tolls, Resounding, each and every stroke Foretelling news of my own doom A dozen times, as my aching heart froze One Two Three Still time to escape undamaged, Legs, as useless as some baggage Lost and forgotten, like the rest of me Now my mind, my mind is ravaged Four Five Six Like a nail in the coffin, each note pounds, Into finality, fading with the sound An echo never to be disturbed again Until the upheaval of the uttermost ground Seven Eight Nine Time left, to take one more dream, To open my darkest sight to eternity This night could not possibly end, Or so it leads me to believe Ten Eleven Twelve |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Like a nail in the coffin, each note pounds, Into finality, fading with the sound This gives me shivers... some from the aura of impending doom and some from delight at the read. *S* You set the stage as well as Poe! Wonderful poem... and great to see you posting! *S* |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
They say eternity will unfold for us in the way we picture it ... so maybe we should be careful in visualizing it  Dream your dreams in color!Powerful write, dear J.! Love, Margherita |
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