Exceptional Free Verse Free Verse Collection : The Bells by tfawcus

Strike words like bells in blacksmith's forge, each chime a shuddering hour that fades; hours of iron, once strong and brave, on warhorse hooves; their muffled thud through damp, loam woods - a sound that’s lost in russet ooze as soldiers seek oblivion.  At length, a few return on metalled roads; their ears still ring with words and deeds that will be told, and tolled  in mournful carillon, each widowed word wrung out in grief, then spread across the world. Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality © Copyright 2024. tfawcus All rights reserved. tfawcus has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.