The sound of the bells

The sound of the bells

by Zoe Tzika

I can feel the children of the wind What has changed? From afar, something is approaching. White blank tape and then dark. Tall pale figure standing. Dead, withered, unborn. I could hear him breathingHeavily

Do you want to live? Yes Bring me to life Bring life to me I can’t. Why me? Why him? Dry leaves on the ground A land fallen rises Peaceful scenery? -

Somebody vanished them all. Death quietly grabbed and grabbed And couldn’t get enough. He is just a messenger Of the greatest kings and leaders. Would he choose to live ? No. Heartless, maybe yes but human, he could never be.

If brave hearts showed mercy Lifeless shadows would arise Death of dead people So that killing is being killed, the past may be past the ancient might be lost but the future is damaged and the whispers of the fallen will continue to repeat for the eternity repeat the sound of the bells.