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Rolling Bells (Free verse) by MacFrantic
Outside the sable island surf, Where wisps of wind molest the turf, Hand over hand, the workers draw: They drag the skies from dusk to dawn. High atop the midnight knoll, Watching as the church bells toll, Tortured moonlit souls arise, Sparkling in their cold device. Praying ghosts bring steely stars: This is where the wild one's are. Here the haunts becloud for rain, Feral storms sound streams of pain. Erstwhile torrid beams of light Still resonate through sound and sight. Loud, discordant dames unkempt Twirl and strike in dreams yet dreamt. Shackled by the Devil's smile, Rolling bells ring glass and guile. Within the blade's uncertain stroke A blazing blast brings asps of smoke. Down from heaven, Love must fall If fools should hope to love at all. Oh, great tempest, spoil and spurn; Here, we mortals toil and burn.

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 8076
Posted: May 29, 2007 1:57 AM PDT; Last modified: May 29, 2007 1:57 AM PDT
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[10] Skamper @ 202.6.128.86 | 31-May-07/9:07 AM | Reply
molesting - dragging - torturing, and all things associated with the living...so visual here. Still not entirely sure this has clicked in its meaning with me, but I get lost in the movement within.
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