Death Bell Ballad
Stanza 1
Her beauty isn’t striking at all
Hardly enough to make one look twice
Like wind sweeping through halls
Chasing intangible sights
With a soft sigh
Stanza 2
Her lips taste bittersweet
Her gaze like morning mist o’er hills
Hanging low as clouds meet
A rusted chime clings to her heart’s still
Slow and shrill
Stanza 3
Soon she’ll hear it clear
The ballad of the death bell’s toll
Wind still whispers near
Her form has melted into mist and soul
Gone, yet whole...🌘✨ 01302026 ©LanZhan
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