The Funeral

The Funeral

A 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 Siren


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Added on November 23, 2011
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