The Bell Tower

The Bell Tower

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Italian village, Viternium

Sits down in a bee-loud glade,

It once was a stop on the way to Rome

Where the men of the Legions played,

The women had still the come-hither eyes

That the soldiers from colder climes,

Once left behind in their sweet forays

With the girls who were drunk with wine.

 

The vineyards trailed up the mountainside

As they’d done for two thousand years,

The grapes the same for the wine that came

To be used by the Holy Church,

The myths and legends lay thick round there

With the superstitious folk,

Who hurried on home to bar the doors

That were made from Italian oak.

 

Then after the evening meal was done

And the men lay down to rest,

The women knelt by an altar piece

And prayed that their home was blessed,

They listened hard for the ghostly bell

That would tell when the demons come,

It hadn’t been heard for a hundred years,

No bell in Viternium!

 

But when the ground would rumble and shake

As it did, every now and then,

The shelves would rattle, the houses quake

And the children cry in the pen,

They’d tell each other that age old tale

Of the tower that stood on the hill,

A blackened tower of ancient stone

That was home to a monstrous bell.

 

They said that the mountain closed on it

In the mightiest quake of all,

But fifteen generations had passed

Since the mountain swallowed it all,

But then, the winter was coming on

And the quakes began too soon,

The ground was rumbling every day,

And into the afternoon.

 

The clouds were gathering black and grey

As the thunder rolled off the hill,

The ground beneath them shuddered and swayed

With a roar like the hounds of Hell.

The mountain burst with a mighty crack

And debris flew through the air,

And when the tumult had stopped at last

They saw that the tower was there!

 

A tower black from an ancient fire

And a bell, beginning to toll,

It rang on down through the valley, put

A shiver in every soul,

They saw that the bell-rope rose and fell

With nobody there to ring,

But still the bell continued to toll

For the folk of Viternium.

 

The elders thought that a sacrifice

Might appease the gods of old,

Took a Signorina virgin, then

Adorned her with marigolds,

They led her up to the blackened tower

While her mother shrieked to drop,

Tied the bell-rope around her neck

And prayed that the bell would stop!

 

The rope rose up and it took the girl

Then dropped and it rose again,

The girl was dead by the second drop,

At least she wasn’t in pain,

But still the bell in the blackened tower

Rocked back and forth in the rack,

Tolling the bell in an ancient spell

For the Legions to come back.

 

The village is overgrown today

And the vines grow wild on the hill,

The cottages have collapsed, they say

Destroyed by the tolling bell,

There’s not a man nor a woman there

For the place is known as ‘Hell!’

While a virgin girl swings up and down

In time to the tolling bell.

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2013 David Lewis Paget


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There’s not a man nor a woman there

For the place is known as ‘Hell!’

While a virgin girl swings up and down

In time to the tolling bell.

Somehow i can just see this in the back of my mind.And i would have to say thats what happens to the curious. As many die for nothing many more waste their lives for nothing as well. So what is worth living for is not always worth dying for

Posted 11 Years Ago


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oh a formidable tale. Chilling and gripping. It made me shudder

Posted 11 Years Ago


There’s not a man nor a woman there

For the place is known as ‘Hell!’

While a virgin girl swings up and down

In time to the tolling bell.

Somehow i can just see this in the back of my mind.And i would have to say thats what happens to the curious. As many die for nothing many more waste their lives for nothing as well. So what is worth living for is not always worth dying for

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As always an enjoyable story.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well, I like everything about this. I love that you write so well and always so we can understand. :) You are very thoughtful with your play on words and your choices of ideas to pen.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

well done a enjoyable poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Divinely penned once again, with rhythm and flow which hypnotizes me into a bit of a trance. I feel pulled into these stories of yours as though through a magical powers you seem to possess. I will always stand in line... for a ticket to go on your rides.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poor girl soul is vanish for nothing, old culture, old ways. I love how you penned this piece but I missed the twisted end as you always injected in your work. I am laughing out loud with Ms. Marie comment :) lol Brilliant as always Mr. David. Keep it up!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Love the answer by quinfin...is it true that a virgin can ring a man's bell..There are so many mystrerious goings on beneath the earth..holes dropping houses through them..we get rumbles here from the Madrid fault...sure hope there is no big eruption and a bell popping up..Fantastic tale..your brain is so full of ideas and wit..I admire you greatly..Kathie

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I say forget the virgins; cut down the bell or blow it up. You guys think the answer to everything is kill the virgin. Give us a break here. Just kidding. Another scary and well written thriller.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another invigorating write and well versed. who says a virgin can't ring a man's bell?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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