Please Read:
The Knell

Excerpt:

Under the stony arches of a shrine
where crawling vines of darkened thorns resign
—their sun browned leaves fall, carpeting the floor
with hidden nettles that still poison store—
where murders caw with inhuman delight,
where unknown skulls peer out with eyeless sight,
that heavy bell awaits yet to be rung.
Over a dry and empty well its hung.