The Tolling of the Iron Bell

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Title courtesy of Angelchaser. :) A good friend and a good man. If it was yours what would you call it?

The Tolling of the Iron Bell

If you listen carefully, as the dawn is braking
 Far away in the distance, a lonely bell is ringing
  Never it is said, will it fail to sound
   It sounds for all to hear, cries for the lost 
    Always you can hear the cry as still the souls call to the sun
     A life lost, torn away
      Ripped from the dawn, to try to carry on
       In the dark of night, in the shadow of high noon
        They wain in the dark, hoping, failing to find
          The light of one who can see, a flame in the shadowy grave
             Like moths they flock, each vieing to he heard
              Never in the moonless night, never in the sunless day
               Hope comes rushing and help some find
                 

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

BearWalker’s Poems (9)

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The Tolling of the Iron Bell 0
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I'm Sorry 3
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