The Belle of Yeavering Bell

The Belle of Yeavering Bell

It was an eye for an eye
In times gone by
A life when they lived to trade
So if you enter her home
Where you are free to roam
Be sure when you leave
You have paid.

Toss a coin into the air
Make a wish, leave it there
Listen to the whispers on the wind
Hear echoes of the past
Telling tales of those who sinned
Take the beauty
And make the memory forever last

The Belle, of Yeavering Bell
Is watching you I tell
To be sure, her hospitality is repaid
Nothing is for free
Not in the past, or now, you see
So pay your way to have no need to be afraid

You’ll be cursed if you don’t heed
To repay the Belle out of greed
For ill gains, you will now be in her debt
As she guards her sacred home
Where her ancestors roamed
You’ll live a life that you surely will regret

© D Heckels C Irving.
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Posted: Sep 2020

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Comments (1)

gnj4u
Hi, Bernician,
...be sure, her hospitality is repaid... makes it sound like a service, not hospitality; and a debt, if unpaid, one might take to an early grave. Thanks for sharing this intriguing write. I hope you are managing to stay safe during the challenging days of sequestering and masks.
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