When that solemn bell doth toll,
And the tired policeman's eyes do roll;
I'll follow you to your end,
And regard Charon like an old friend.
When heaven and light their "no vacancy" sign,
We shan't end our storyline;
I'll be by your side as your soul disembarks,
Leaving the boat as we step out into the dark.
There's no blinding lights,
Or pearly gates guarded by angels clad in white;
We enter the blackest of rooms,
The moonlit visage of an empty tomb.
The signs flicker and fade,
Giving way to the dark;
The time for sleep is now,
It's nothing to protest
It's nothing to cry about.
The tolling of the bell,
will catch up to us all one day.
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Every Trick In The Book
PoetryThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
