The Knell Song

It was a gray day in Autumn,
When the trees were all solemn,
When the sun lost it's light,
When...their day became night.

The leaves lay yellow on the streets,
The birds lost their cacophonous greets,
The black dog sobbed on the grey wall,
Their number had just become small...

The brown grass lost their rainy shine,
In barren grounds idling like rusty shrines,
The concrete towers radiated dark shadows,
Their tears...their grass-less meadows...

The vultures' mouths were all red,
The dying crow stared with a half-head,
The western breeze lost it's voice,
Their hopes...their unchosen choice...

The distant church bells silently rang,
The skies watered, the swan sang,
The priest quietly spoke his words,
They closed their eyes, vision blurred,
Hands clasped, they recited a final prayer,
As the coffins were lost under the sandy layer.