Chimes Comments

Such a creepy write about the inevitability of death. 'Thy gold hair likes me well And thy blue eyes, ' he saith, Who chooses where he will And none may hinder - Death. At head and feet for candles Roses burning red, is really very nice. Congrats.

Ding dong ding dong Ding dong bell. Fantastic write.

a poem of examples of how things die? including oneself.

Ding-dong bell! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Ding-dong ding-dong bell Ding-dong bell Nicely expressed with sweet lovely rhyme An outburst of musical enchantment Flowing through the whole poem. Sylva

Roses burning red.... thanks for sharing...