The Sounding of the Bells

by Angela T

The Sounding of the Bells

It was the sounding of the bells,

A darkly sounding, ringing against a foggy night,

A dreary hum of whispering winds through the barren branches

The shadows on the backdrop of a crisp autumn

Here the howls broke through the rhythms of the silence

The clock on the mantle struck one more tone,

And the spirits began to waltz about the dusty room,

As if the celebration of some commemorative event had never ended

Laughter rang through hallowed halls long without the drum of footsteps,

A beating heart grew heavy with this uneasy place,

But out in the field a long lost soldier stood awaiting assistance for his wounds,

As if time enfolded upon itself in some twisted ellisped vortex

A carriage without a driver passes by the broken gates

A new arrival to this haunted place,

A shrouded figure emerging from within

Slowly creeps toward the door, where you stand,

Fear, a distant thought among your surprise,

But a friendly smile meets your eye

A warm embrace quiets your wandering mind,

And in a blink the ghostly phantoms

Flicker away as if they were never there,

It was the sounding of the bells,

A parlor game of trance,

That for a moment you dwelled in the past,

Through this glimpse on All Hallow’s Eve

You realize the connection between the otherworld

And our own existence perceived

We are of the same…

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