Morose Musings
In the distance, I can hear church bells ringing.
My, how they bring back fond memories of times before my enemies destroyed all that I held dear. I know that times are changing, and that those gone can no longer visit me here, yet I am compelled to live with sorrows past; I must continue to write, as my chances for happiness continue to flee away from me.
With a final ring, the bells cease, and all is quiet here - as it should be.
My, how they bring back fond memories of times before my enemies destroyed all that I held dear. I know that times are changing, and that those gone can no longer visit me here, yet I am compelled to live with sorrows past; I must continue to write, as my chances for happiness continue to flee away from me.
With a final ring, the bells cease, and all is quiet here - as it should be.