Font Color='#880000'The Tolling Of The Bell/Font Poem by David Zvekic

Where none may ever stand that live to tell,
Within these final resting places' halls:
What happens past the tolling of the bell?

Though those, who kneel and genuflect, excel
In documenting fables to show cause -
Herein they've never seen so can not tell.

From ages dark their Book shall not reveal
Except what blinded zealots deemed there was
Of glory on the tolling of the bell.

Those scrolls so fancy scriven won't fortell,
Of constancies, or morals or of laws,
From where all end but absent may not tell.

Such eons razed to faithfully conceal:
All prophecies speak empty words because,
None lived beyond the tolling of the bell.

No revelations merit ill or well,
As that first hand account there never was,
Nor living, seen to Heaven or through Hell,
Nor dead, could bear the tolling of the bell.

-December 29,2005