Living pagan inside the Bell Tower Amusement of that escapes no one I have finally managed to become… None other, the notorious Bell Witch
Living amongst the changing
mountains
At the summit of the steepest of
hills Under swarms of creepy black birds As a hawk circles ever repetitively Barrier of protection respected deeply Familiar dark cat encircles my feet Brilliance of Rats for each shoulder Dancing with me to musical memoirs Windows show me Earths many moods With near opaque abundance and stature Her tears descending ever rampantly Flashes of fury shown from each angle Spirits of the past stand and observe Aware that finally someone hears them Telling their long tales of harder times When striped carpets and loud colors
Made sense with wall prints of Ice
trucks Chandeliers aged a couple hundred years Dimly lighting a lobby fit for the King Doors Barriers to those who don’t belong Key to this world must be worn always Not quite a dead zone but care given Standing in specific spots begets silence Until the black banana bunches of bats Flock screaming into the dusk of the day Smiling with glee I pull on my dark robes And call for the entity from the long ago Who knew before I ever graced this world
Darkness does not fall beside evil’s
sword But uses those concealing hues to envelop Those who respect the darkest of nights Entering Moon’s lair even while she hides The Bell Tower will beckon me in due time.