In My Dreams of Death

In My Dreams Of Death In my dreams of death, my desires create not a bright, merciful angel there brought. Dread of death instills fears that permeate this tired mind and dark trap in which its caught. Alas! No waking wisdom can there sway lost soul to embrace blessed saving light. For power of night's dark defeats bright day as black shadows rage forth to slash and bite. Battle starts, alone with two empty hands night-fear bellows out, you have no power. Look at these massive monsters night commands while you cowardly beg dawn's coming hour! In my dreams of death, my desires create not a bright, merciful angel there brought. Robert J. Lindley, ( aka- Tyr), 10-29-2016 Note- Written and offered in the spirit of the Halloween season and with my admiration of the greatest dark poetry ever written--that of Edgar Allen Poe. Last edited by Tyr- Today at 09:36 AM.