The FuneralA Poem by Siren
The bells toll,
The drums roll. The people walk in slow long lines, covered in black. The bells toll, the drums roll. The carriage proceeds to the gates; the mourners wait. The bells toll, the drums roll. The grave is open and waiting, lonely and so cold. The bells toll, the drums roll.
© 2011 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on November 23, 2011 Last Updated on November 23, 2011 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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