As the Toll-Bell Rings
Silence has fallen upon us
The Reaper walking the streets
His cloak sweeps the dust
At crossroads they have met
Staring – knowing in their faces
He swings His sharp claws
And cuts another thread
So close – I can feel it
The cold mist He creates
Grazing my weary feet
The toll-bell rings once more
Another neighbour falls
An old friend won’t be forgotten
But the tree is in ashes
And ashes will turn to dust
The Reaper walking the streets
His cloak sweeps the dust
At crossroads they have met
Staring – knowing in their faces
He swings His sharp claws
And cuts another thread
So close – I can feel it
The cold mist He creates
Grazing my weary feet
The toll-bell rings once more
Another neighbour falls
An old friend won’t be forgotten
But the tree is in ashes
And ashes will turn to dust