March To The Scaffold Poem by Lydia Martin

March To The Scaffold



Chimes again the executioners bell.
Toll of longing, call from hell.
Chimes again the voice of passion.
Words of fire, inflamed desire.
Last march of solitary devotion.
Heavy, in chains, without emotion.
Chimes again the singing bell.
Crashing down like an empty shell.

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John Brown 01 October 2013

Glad it's not chiming for me! I like the poem.

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