Don’t you hear it
The soft clangs of metal calling for a sweet night
The loud clashing of brass summoning hope to guide loving souls!
The hair raising bellow of a timekeeper left out to watch.
The bells that toll their melodic voices and send sound to sky blue days and abyss black nights
Can’t you hear them.
With their tolling for those who may never wake again
Their possession of neutrality that is both light soaked and blood
Their hushed kneels singing you to sleep under the moons grace.
Their strikes lashing out at battles gracing glory with honor!
Of course I forget the standing of the bells sometimes
The bells toll only for themselves. Our ears only grasping at the idea that their sound belongs to us.
When in fact it is only ever for the bells themselves.