As I hear the hollow clanking of the heavy Iron bell,
With woods surround, all grey fibrous and as dark as night;
Oh how I hate to say this, I leave here very well.
Those school rooms echo calls and foe reside;
Their mockery calls down to make my eyes alight,
As I hear the hollow clanking of the heavy iron bell.
For now their voices turn the tide,
And make this soul grab turn for the fight;
Oh how I hate to say this, I leave here very well.
And in this growing ember I shall not hide,
Or turn my may face and flee in fright;
As I hear the hollow clanging of the heavy Iron bell.
For within my soul, a new hope resides,
Fending off the demons blight,
Oh how I hate to say this I leave here very well.
And with their echo’s in my mind,
I now rest my heart my soul is bright;
As I hear the hollow clanking of the Iron bell…
Oh I hate to say this… I leave here very well.
Comments
Highhat | December 3, 2011 - 06:55
I think there is a bit much repetition in this- not with the iron bell's but "turn" "echo" etc.. otherwise it is well on it's way to be a great poem..
alphadog1 | December 3, 2011 - 23:36
its in a form, though I forget which one... I was never very good at them. More homage to E.A Poe I think. My work is full of them.
Highhat | December 4, 2011 - 07:16
That's just fine then Alphadog. Sorry for correcting your form.
;)Pia
alphadog1 | December 4, 2011 - 09:17
No please correct.xxxxx. this was an attempt from my creativei writing course, last year. To be honest I've forgotten the form it is.... Hugs
Andy ;)