The Old Bell pealed
out one morning,
no human hand
pulled the frayed rope,
no automation set it’s fine rhythm
of a message in a travesty of hope.
Then as suddenly as it had started
it ceased, leaving the Citizens scared
as the dire prophecy had warned them
what would happen, should it be repaired.
Abruptly in the echoing silence, a note sounded ever so clear
’twas a bird singing sweet in the morning, for everyone to hear.
Further notes flew swiftly upwards, soaring high in the brightening air
reaching the nearby seascape, where a whale was basking there.
It blinked, then quickly responded, diving deeply into the sea,
sounding out it’s mournful message, warning everything to flee.
Onward, ever onward, the message spread over the Earth,
telling of the Old Bell’s ringing, unheard since Atlantis’s birth
Then so suddenly it happened, …..’twas just as the prophecy read
the waves claimed all the City, as the Old Bell sank to rest on the
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