We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain

We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain As we walk blindly into the dark night, lit candles thrown away, denying sight We climb up, onto great high cliffs to fall heeding nothing not even warning call We curse this ancient world in our great pain we eat misery and hide from clear rain Yet in dark despair, we hope and we pray each sad night, morn we wake to a new day! In darkness, our souls find so little rest we wonder forth but its only a test To ever changing earth we are thus bound living in nothing, parading around What of Fate and our love's greatest treasures we seek solace in our simple pleasures Begging only for return of clear morn OUR ONLY HOPE, AGAIN TO BE REBORN Yet coming dawns bring anew, hope and prayers to divine guidance that loves, truly cares In our sad rooms, we often beg to dance YET WE OFTEN FIND, LIFE IS BUT MERE CHANCE Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 200 Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 155