Seven Bells at Midnight
A/N: ok, this idea has been floating around in my head for ages and ages now… and I'm just getting to it… it's a poem about Abhorsen's bells, and it's not meant to rhyme. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Garth Nix's works in any way, shape, or form. This poem is not meant for money-making.
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The seven bells of an Abhorsen,
Made for binding the Dead
The seven bells of an Abhorsen,
Not made for raising the Dead
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The first is Ranna,
Sweet Sleepbringer,
Of low and soothing sound,
Bringing silence to noise
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The second is Mosrael,
The Waker,
Of harsh, discordant note,
Echoing noise from silence
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The third is Kibeth,
The Walker,
Giving movement,
Or forcing the path of Death
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The fourth is Dyrim,
The Tongue,
Giving voices back from silence
Or stilling a free voice
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The fifth is Belgaer,
The Thinker,
Bringing the pattern of Life to Death
Or erasing that pattern
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The sixth is Saraneth,
The Binder,
The deep sound of strength,
Shackling the Dead to the wielder's will
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The final bell, Astarael,
The Sorrowful,
The Banisher,
Calling those who hear it to Death
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These are the seven bells of the Abhorsen,
Made for binding the Dead
However you try to hide,
Midnight will come for you, O Dead,
In the form of Abhorsen's bells