bells

And when time no longer quells that which in silence calmly dwells

will it swell beyond your veil into your own personal hell?

the torment, did you foretell? Were you blind as it befell

you, now on your own, tolling the dreaded iron bells

the black hand

Time is but a knife plunged deeply into the backs of men

who had once thought to be eternal

refusing to believe they had an end

and it was their ignorance’s betrayal

that last held this fateful knife

which would deplete the crimson rivers

that once filled their flesh with life