Bells Poem by Ryan Brodesser

The bells ring a dull tone

the bells ring with a vibrant moan

defeat! Retreat!

fire and flame

planes taking aim

and only burnt ashes remain

yet the bells still ring, a silver note

a message said with vigor to a town remote

the silver bells rings once again

then it is silent in the infernal din

over the docks a bell returns the call

as the mortally wounded ship stops to a crawl

a valorous, the bell tolls again, confident and strong

to deny to the listeners of all the evil, vice and wrong

when the town is lost, and no soul around to tell the tale

you will remember the ringing of the bell