The bell tower is where
They meet, for those in
The city who softly weep.
Every night, come seven
Bells, a penny thrown in
Crystal wells.
The children of nightly
Falls, gather in the towers
Hall, their paper planes lie
In wait, for those who have
Lost their fairy tale of gentle
Fate.
Where down below, dreams
Of warmth curdle into frozen
Streets, hiding longing embers
Of memories bittersweet.
Chilling ashen floors - stone
Cold, tales of old no longer
Told, young faces of soot
And grime, morphing into
Weathered skin of pallid
Time.
A glimmering tower of
Enchanting chiming bells,
Enticing tides of forlorn
Papers to rise from the
Darkness in which they
Dwell.
From penned pages of a lovers
Phantom, to snowflakes torn
And fragile lanterns, crispness
Covering the cobbles paved,
In rustling pages of enthralled
Paper waves.
The children watch in wild
Wonder, pages piling high
To the tower's silver bells
Of iron thunder, awaiting
Next to their paper planes,
Imagining creasing pages
Of use again.
In flight - soaring loftily over
Buildings near and far, saluting
The dappled moon and the
Twinkling stars, peaceful parcels
Gliding through the air to where
Those frost-nipped stand in coats,
Single and threadbare.
Crumpled pages swallowed by
Chimney pots, flames awakening
In their hearths, searing hot,
Flutters of useless letters fall to
Those needing kindling in their
Flickering fire pits, for outside in
All weathers is where they silently
sit.
Tattered paper flowers of menial
Trysts, lacing their way across
Window panes of white winters
And daunting mist, a second life,
For pages no longer in pride of
Place, the children fly their paper
Planes to bring a smile to those
Forgotten, with a tearful eye and
Glowing face.
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In The Depths Of Darkness (Poetry)
PoetryA scenic kaleidoscope where each poem is fuel for the imagination. Intriguing poetry portraying both dark and enchanting themes. Fantasy tales of original and imaginative spell-binding poems, also inspired by myth and legend. A world of unique...
