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