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Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series

(1.)

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand
poets dedication series

As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down
turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread
in my sorrows, love and future dreams soon did drown.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Days before she had wrote sweet words to hurry to her aid
her perfumed letter, its scent sent me into passion's glow
within that waking dream, I knew we both had it made
little did I know, her sweet caring letter was just for show.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

At her place, I was met by two heavily armed men
each a dagger and a sword hanging from their belt
from their hateful looks, I knew they wanted my skin
and in that thought, I now knew how she must have felt.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Rushing across the meadow to our favorite oak tree
I turn to fight my attackers, thinking her life to save
next I saw her racing to us, she racing to be with me
she got there, she ordered both men to rush to kill me!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Then she cursed me for having left her there alone
a dagger she pulled from her long black cloak
with pure hate in her eyes, her heart turned to stone
she screamed, when you left my heart you broke!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

The fight ended with both my attackers down and dead
filled with joy as neither had even gave me a scratch
I never even saw her as she stabbed back of my head
I chose her for her fire, thinking O' what a great catch!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale: With Love Destroyed, Betrayal Too Late Seen )
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series

(2.)

Yet Something In The Breeze Tried To Wake Me To See

Something about the moon was dark and spine chilling 
the night was hot and her beauty had me love feeling
our tryst was steamy and her passionate favors to die for
I knew not, she was a temptress for Hades dark shores!

Her singing had set both my heart and my soul afire
of being with her, I just knew I would never ever tire
yet something in the breeze tried to wake me to see
this evil vixen wanted something most precious to me!

Waking just before dawn, as light revealed her face
I saw truth and it was my soul she wanted to replace
then her eyes opened and her sardonic smile came
she saying, you are now the prey caught in my game!

I rose to run away but her claws dug into my legs
her hideous scream came, kind that makes one beg
ripping loose, I made my way to the meadow field
swearing never again to my dark lusts ever yield!

Falling from my bed, I laugh at what a bad dream
thinking that nightmare, so very real it had seemed
then I looked down and saw blood dripping its red
I felt the gash then, knew I was a ghost already dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Was it All Truly Just A Dream)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series
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