on a pitch black night with gossamer wings beating out just around the edges a golden albatross burst onto the scene like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams making way for a mountain and a river flowing free i hear bells i hear bells closer than my skin closer than my skin a silver tone pierced a stock still night the clapper struck the bell with thunder its echoes filled the earth with violent shaking sounds the people woke and stood on hill and hallowed ground and the sound so bright it released them from their shadows i hear bells i hear bells closer than my skin closer than my skin a coal laid on my tongue a vision broke my thumbs a golden thorn pierced my scorn and a newer light is born a newer light is born a man pulls back the string on a single bow of bronze it was fitted with the sharpest of arrows he aimed it toward the void he aimed it to destroy the crippling lies of cynics and fools yet the tip was filled with seeds which grew up into mighty trees and the forest came back up around the city