Chimes

 There it is again, faint yet ever so clear.

You're calling out for me,

I reach, and I grasp, but I fear you're not here.

There is no wind, so why do the chimes sound?

Why do I feel you, when you're nowhere to be found?

Why must these chimes;

The haunting, taunting chimes...

These bells of hell ringing chimes,

personifying my urge to end it all to see you;

ring, and whistle, right now?

Thinking just a thought.

Worth it, or worth it not?

My love is close, the wind is here.

Oh to hold my dear, the time is near.

To waltz upon the starlit room, where angels sing, where Lilly's bloom.

Where pain is love, and lest forgotten, love has waited long and wanted.

The chimes are here, but they are still.

The air in here is oh so clear,

oh so crisp, oh so fine.

Finally something kind,

moments without the chimes in mind.

Angelic chimes, demonic reasons needed to devour such sound.

Noise so sweet they make the ears blind the mind,

with wind not needed to ring!

So she sings.

So, she died. So I tried,

so I drive myself insane, coming too close to her plain.

Its always been her pleasure, to lay down and measure

her heavenly treasures;

Which gave her greed. Made me weep!

Grief over the loss of my beloved who now forever sleeps.

I'll do it.

By God oh mighty, I'll see this through,

if its the last thing I do, it'll be to see you.

Ah, but first I must wait,

Ah, yet now here comes fate,

to intrude once again, to show we're just men,

and to show all our sins, and to bring out mistakes.

To show we can win,

if the chimes have no wind.

Yet now they still whistle.

My, how that pistol must feel,

granting me a way to finally decay

and depart from this realm,

where I feel so deranged.

I'll do it.

By God oh you hear me! I'll see this through,

if its the last thing I do, it'll be to see my love,

my heart, and wish come true

Now, the chimes, subdued.