Bells Rang Through


Cornish bells, a grateful heart
Was spied upon a mystery’s lark,
A churchyard gate, what leads beyond
The tumbled walls, of this, a path
that leads me on to smoother shores.
A glance into a dark delight, of stone
The mystery is brought me home,
Upon a bed, within my sleep,
I found the ending of misery,
And all her fools that prey upon
the weak, the trodden downward fall
Into a glimpse, forever had, of
Sweet relief, this glimpse it told
Of sound and might where no one goes
So listen well when bells ring through…
Time has almost come for you.


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