Alarm Bell

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In the castle's tower, a bell tolls with dread,
A clarion call, a summons to be spread.
The alarm of battle echoes through the air,
A deafening sound, a weight beyond compare.

The alarm bell, the alarm bell,
It rings with a fury, a message to tell.
The enemy approaches, their swords gleaming bright,
A clash of steel, a desperate fight.

Knights and soldiers, they gather in haste,
Their armor gleaming, their hearts embracing fate.
With a roar like thunder, they charge into the fray,
Their swords unsheathed, their banners held high.

The alarm bell, the alarm bell,
It rings with a fury, a message to tell.
The enemy approaches, their swords gleaming bright,
A clash of steel, a desperate fight.

The clang of battle fills the air,
A symphony of chaos, a symphony of despair.
Horses trample, arrows fly,
Men fall with honor, they fall to die.

Amidst the chaos, a leader emerges,
His voice like a beacon, his spirit never purges.
With courage and might, he rallies his men,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of dens.

The alarm bell, the alarm bell,
It rings with a fury, a message to tell.
The enemy approaches, their swords gleaming bright,
A clash of steel, a desperate fight.

As the battle rages, the outcome unclear,
The alarm bell continues to clang without fear.
A reminder of the struggle, the sacrifice made,
A testament to the courage that shall never fade.