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
Beautiful! ❤
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