The Death Knell

Three times

The death knell called my name

The spear impaled my soul

Rivulets run thick, hot, flame

To fill the vulture’s bowl

Three calls

The crow yelled out my name

Vortex-ed by a black hole

Nemesis’ smile, mother’s bane

Lost virtues to extoll

Three times

The gruesome knell rang out

Drowning the sobs of longing shouts

Purging the bosom blooming full of strife

Judge’s sentence now through life

Three calls

The crow yelled out a warning

While the locusts came down a ’swarming

Shredding loose what once was cherished

Forcing surrender of love to perish

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