The Bells Toll Poem by Liam Hughes

The bells toll as rain hits the roof
In time with the horse's hoof
Hiding beneath the churches spire
Our hearts that know what they desire
They leap out from their frightened chest
And as they clutch their pounding breast
The doors fly open to reveal the shape
From which they have been trying to escape
As it begins to move down the aisle
Its face is revealed to be so vile
With discovery, immanent blackness fills the room
They're not to know consciousness will never resume