Writing Exercise - The Belltower

Writing Exercise - The Belltower

The belltower was crumbling and wasting from disuse. Rotten timbers were strewn everywhere, the perhaps once-fancied idea of repairing the failing structure. Pigeons had taken to nesting in the eaves, vermin scurried underfoot, over it all was the pervasive fall of dust that clung to the surfaces like a lost lover. The rope to the bell-pull was long since gone, perhaps scavenged by some over-eager children for a new play-toy. The stairs rickety and unsafe to the rafter proper. But above it all, the bell. The bell, glorious thing, its brass had seen better days, and the clapper had some rust. But should it be rung, what a clear knell might sound over the abandoned city, consumed long ago by forest. What a clear kneel might sound.