Idle Distractions Are the Devil's Afterthoughts

Ah, retrospect.....

 

the bells ring out across the land

where once, there stood a city, grand

though now the desolate remains

at sight, instill my heart with pain

but yonder, over, lies the tower

from whence the bells, at every hour

toll their melancholy tale

upon the waxed and waning gale

of the great cities rise and fall

and of the lives inside the walls

where hearts were won, and set afire

and others hearts scarred by desire

of darkness intertwined with light

and every little scent and sight

there among the sullen chimes

are sung the songs of other lives

and though the ruins speak quite clear

still, wistfully i strain to hear

the stories of the siren bells

just outside the gates to hell

never stopping to inquire

why i couldn’t see the fire.

for like the forest, to the trees

it had already consumed me.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Amazing poem!!!!
My favorite part was:
"where hearts were won, and set afire

and others hearts scarred by desire"
That was brilliant.
Great work!

-Elissa:)