Fragments of Fate

A Garret Poet

Fragments of Fate
Form: Pantoum

The slow throb of passing time
Echoes the calling of a bell
Summoning us in ancient rhyme
Like dark magic casting its spell

Echoes the calling of a bell
A poem speaks with solemn weight
Like dark magic casting its spell
Repeating fragments of our fate

A poem speaks with solemn weight
As changes bring a sense of fear
Repeating fragments of our fate
When ancient bells are drawing near

As changes bring a sense of fear
Summoning us in ancient rhyme
When ancient bells are drawing near
The slow throb of passing time

©JezzieGFarmer2023

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