Not quite sure where I am at the moment or where I was when I wrote this. Somewhere I might have heard the bells and bring me back to a darker place of my heart.
Wings of Sadness!
Through the valley
under gates of clouds
chimes an echo
of copper bells in shrouds.
High reaches the tower
caretaker of time
pointing to the heavens
an overture pantomime.
Wind embracing
the fallen with empty glares
Welcomed by the sun
his timid glistening tears.
A heart buried
with blooded hands
Left thoughts entangled
in dangerous umbrage.
Life and death
met in solemn place
for many moons
a memory carved in stone.
Through the valleys
on wings of sadness
chimes an echo
of a dying dream.
©Ranting Crow2014-’16
